Since Rachel hadn't been home for so long a time, Snowball didn't even recognize her. It thought she was an intruder and barked at her.

Rachel glared at it when she suppressed me with one hand.

"Your animal is just as annoying as you are," she said.

Snowball sensed her malice and began to strike back by biting Rachel's ankle.

"Hiss..."

The pain drove Rachel to kick Snowball away.

Poor Snowball rolled all the way down the stairs and fell dead silent after a weak howl.

Immediately afterwards, large amounts of blood gushed out from its small body, soaking its snow-white fur.

"Snowball!" The last ray of light in my life seemed to have dissipated along with it.

Luna loved Snowball. I still remembered the smile she had one the day Snowball came home with her.

"Dad, its name is Snowball, and you will be its grandfather from now on. When mom is not home, you won't be lonely with it by your side," Luna said at that time.

This furry little guy stayed with me through one long night after another.

When I first brought my family's ashes home, I cried so hard that I fainted at home.

Snowball was leaning in my arms, licking the palm of my hand with his wet and warm little tongue.

I promised Luna that I would take good care of Snowball for her, but now, Snowball was also gone...

Falling to the ground like a puddle of mud, I couldn't gather any strength to get up.

With no way to stop her, Rachel dragged me out of our house.

There were already a bunch of bodyguards waiting downstairs, and they took me to the hospital roughly.

Then, they drew my blood for testing and matching Raymond's.

Rachel stood outside Raymond's operating room, praying devoutly.

The nurses around who were unaware of the situation were all praising her sincerity.

An older nurse questioned, "Didn't she become the director of the hospital because she married the former director's son? I remember her husband's name is Christopher."

They had no idea that I, her real husband, was being pressed on the operating table, forced to become Raymond's blood bag.

As blood was being drawn out of my body, I felt my life slipping away with it.

My whole body ached awfully.

Just when I thought I was about to die, I suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Are you crazy? You can't ask someone who has donated kidneys to donate bone marrow again! You'll kill him!"