James was pushed out of the operating room with the doctor and nurses beside him as he laid in the gurney with his eyes closed. He looked extremely weak and frail, unlike the vigorous White Industriesâ president who once rode on the crest of success.
âHow is he?â Sophia asked.
âThe operation was a success. He just needs to stay another week so we can see if there are any signs of the body rejecting the organ. If not, heâll be cleared to return home and just has to remember to take his medication regularly.â
âThank you very much.â Sophia finally felt relieved.
After this heart transplant, Dadâs heart should be fine from now on.
âNo worries, itâs our job.â Then, the doctor let out a heavy sigh as he continued. âThe person you should thank is the heart donor. He slipped and fell to his death at a construction site during work and the company is refusing to pay for compensation... Moreover, his fatherâs a migrant worker.
Anyhow, itâs just a difficult time.â
âIs there any way I can contact him?â Although her father might be free of all his previous cardiac problems, someone else had lost a life...
The doctor shook his head. âI donât have a contact method, but heâs just in room 1423 now. You can try your luck and head over.â
Sophia thanked the doctor once again and headed out to buy a bouquet of flowers with Nicole. Then, they made their way to room 1423.
As they passed by the corridors, there were patients lying in gurneys throughout the way. Most of them were just staring blankly into the air. Though they were technically alive, they just seemed better off dead.
Some were accompanied by their loved ones with gloomy expressions, whereas some were in their bed all alone with nobody beside them.
There was an empty bed toward the left of ward 1423âs entrance. There was a large bloodstain on the sheets and a dark-skinned migrant worker sat right beside it.
He was wearing a construction site uniform that was stained with soil and blood all over. His face was covered with streaks of tears.
Sophia held the bouquet of flowers before him. Although she had already planned her words and thank you speech as she made her way over, she could barely squeak out a word at the moment as she stared at him.
The migrant worker turned to look at her and wiped away the tears on his face. He spoke first, âHey, itâs you again, my hero! What are you doing here?â
Nicole glanced at Sophia.
Sophia paused to think for a while, remembering her previous birthday gift that was cashed out and donated to migrant workers. She had bumped into this very migrant worker once at the hospital in the past. She remembered that he even knelt down on the floor to thank her.
â... Your son was the one who passed away?â
The worker wiped away another tear and choked up. âMy little boy! He had just gotten into university and wanted to earn some money for his tuition fees, so he came back this winter holiday to work with me at the site!â
âI tried to talk him out, but he refused, so I brought him... Along... Who would have thought the construction siteâs scaffolding was not secured, so he fell down. He was sent to the hospital but... We didnât have... The money to save... So... Heâs gone now...â
He covered his face with his callused hands and began sobbing.
An unpleasant feeling rose in her chest. âIâm sorry for your loss.â
The migrant worker cried on for a while before stopping. âI know that people canât come back from death, but I just donât know how to tell his mother!
He... He was all fine when he came, and now...â
He was sobbing so hard that he could barely speak anymore.
Nicole grabbed her purse and pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper, then handed them to him.
Once he had calmed down slightly, Sophia comforted him for a while before finally telling him, âYour son donated his heart to my father. Thank you very much.â
She gave me a 90-degree bow as she thanked him graciously.
The man immediately got up and pulled her up. âNo, you shouldnât thank me! This is your good karma getting back to you! You helped me once the last time, and now my son has helped your father. I guess your kindness has been... Reciprocated...â
Although he meant well, he still choked up as he continued. âItâs all that damn managerâs fault! He bought cheap, crappy scaffolding just to save money, this... He doesnât even care about a humanâs life!â
âWhy donât you leave me your number? I can get you a lawyer and we can file a lawsuit against him.â Sophia suggested.
Upon hearing her offer, the old man quickly got to his knees and kowtowed to Sophia while thanking her.
Sophia and Nicole immediately helped him up.
âThis isnât a big deal, you donât have to do that,â Nicole said, âYour son was the one who really helped us out this time, I should be the one thanking you for that.â
The old man heaved a sigh. âMy son said that if he dies, he wants to donate all of his... Organs...â
Then, the man broke down once again and could hardly speak at all.
âAgain, Iâm sorry for your loss.â With that, Sophia handed him a credit card. âIâll text you my pin number in a bit. The money should be enough for you and your wife, please donât go out to work anymore.â
The old man instantly got mad when he saw the card before his eyes. âIâm just doing a kind deed, Iâm not selling my dead sonâs body! Why are you giving me money?â
âUncle, please donât misunderstand my sister-in-lawâs intention. She just thinks itâs hard for you to do hard labor. She wants to help you out, she didnât mean anything else.â
Nicole explained and gave Sophia a look, signaling her to put away the card.
Instead, Sophia pushed the card further in front of the old man. âIâm not saying that you sold us your son, but I understand that the expenses for weddings in villages can be quite expensive. You mentioned that heâs your son, do you have any other sons?â
âMy sons are capable of marrying a wife without this money! If you insist on giving me the money, Iâm going to be mad at you!â the old man said furiously.
Nicole furrowed her brows and stared at Sophia. She finally tucked the card away.
âJust get a lawyer to seek justice for my son, thatâs the best thing you can do to repay him for his heart!â Now that Sophia had finally put away her credit card, the angry expression on his face was replaced with a sorrowful look.
Sophia noted down the old manâs contact number and helped him arrange accommodation before returning to Jamesâ room along with Nicole.
âGet out! I donât want to see your face!â James was sitting on the bed drinking water, but his expression instantly changed when he saw Sophia.
âDad, nobody wished for Momâs death. Besides, this isnât even Sophâs fault!â Nicole defended Sophia.
âDid you not hear what I just said? Get out!â James panted heavily as he threw his mug straight at Sophia.
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ï¤Chapter 361 What Are You Planning To Do Sophia moved away and dodged the mug, her face calm and collected as she said, âMom isnât here anymore, yet youâre still the same, pushing the blame on everyone else when you encounter a problem.â
The mug fell to the floor and broke into pieces.
Jamesâ face flushed red with anger as he slowly stood up, his body trembling with rage. He reached for the vase on his bedside table and held it up, seemingly about to fling it at Sophia.
âYou can put it down, Iâll go now.â Without even looking at him, Sophia turned to leave. âUnless you die, I wonât see you anymore.â
James watched as she left, his emotions all over the place. As the anger subsided, he felt slightly dismayed, and eventually, pain and regret crept in.
He threw the vase on the bed and crumpled to the ground.
All along, everything he did was to prove to Jenny that she made the right decision by choosing him!
However, she was no longer alive, so what was the point anymore? Nothing he did now would change the fact that she loathed him even on her deathbed!
âDad...â Nicole frowned and went over to help him up.
James simply shoved her aside and said wearily, âJust leave me alone, you can go now. I want some time to myself.â
âAlright then, rest well.â With a heavy sigh, Nicole left the room as well.