The doctor's words echoed in my ears, "Please accept my condolences."

My world was turned upside down at that moment.

I didn't know what was keeping me standing.

I went to handle the necessary procedures, but I couldn't hear any sounds amid the people coming and going.

I felt like a walking corpse.

A man and a woman approached me, but I couldn't see them. The woman suddenly called out to me.

"Jessa, you're here too."

Siena supported her pregnant belly. Her voice sounded sweet and pleasant.

"I owed a lot to Troy this time. If it weren't for him arranging so many doctors for me and constantly comforting me, I would have been worried that something might happen to the child!"

I, who had planned to bypass them, stopped in my tracks and looked up at Troy in disbelief.

"Did you call those doctors away?"

I grabbed his collar.

"Why did you transfer so many doctors? Aren't other people's lives important?"

My actions seemed to have upset him. He forcefully shook my hands away.

He was indifferent and arrogant. I had never seen him like this before. Then he said, "If they can't wait for doctors to save them, maybe it's just their bad luck!"

"By the way, give me the key to the house. Siena lives alone. I don't feel at ease with someone else holding the key."

Siena seemed to sense that something was not right. She quickly stepped forward to mediate, saying, "Jessa isn't someone else. Troy, don't argue with Jessa because of me.'

She sounded gentle and sincere, but she looked at me mockingly and provocatively.

"Jessa, Troy is just like my own brother. He is too worried about me. Jessa you don't need to mind him."

After she finished speaking, Troy protected her behind him and said, "Don't mind her. You are more important now."

I laughed at myself.

"If I don't mind now, I don't need to in the future."

"Let's break up!"

I threw the key at his feet and turned around to leave, but he pulled my hand.

Troy looked impatient and said, "Because I asked you to come to the hospital by yourself, you're giving me attitude, right?"

"Jessa Doyle, you don't know what's good for you."

I was tired. I didn't have the energy to argue with him.

I said, "You can just think that I don't know what's good for me!"

After returning to the hotel, I cleaned up my things and prepared to check out.

But then I received a call from the hospital.

The speaker was unfamiliar, thanking me for agreeing to donate my parents' bodies.