Chapter 1

Before I died, I donated all of my organs.

At the annual charity gala's award ceremony, the host led ten children onto the stage.

"Today we have a very special award recipient.

She passed away in an accident, but before her death, she donated all of her organs and saved the lives of these children standing beside me."

In the front row below the stage, my brother Liam sneered,

"Who knows what idiot would be so stupid—dead and still trying to make a name for themselves."

My mother wore a pitiful expression on her face.

"Her parents didn't even try to stop her. I heard that if your body isn't intact, you can't be reincarnated."

The host's voice rang out again,

"Now, let us invite the parents of our award recipient to the stage for a speech. Please welcome Mr. Christopher and Mrs. Martha!"

The entire venue fell silent.

Everyone froze in place, turning their incredulous gazes toward the front row.

The host urged with a smile plastered across his face,

"Mr. Christopher, Mrs. Martha, please come to the stage to accept the award. Your selfless love is truly deserving."

As soon as the words left his mouth, whispers rippled through the crowd.

"It's actually someone from the Leandro family? I didn't know they were so charitable."

"Didn't Mrs. Martha always believe in reincarnation? I can't believe she'd be willing to donate her own child's organs."

These words drilled into Martha's ears one by one.

The warmth on her face crumbled inch by inch, her complexion shifting between pale and green, and she nearly fainted.

She clutched Christopher's arm tightly, her voice trembling,

"What... what do they mean?"

"My children are all alive and well. Why would they curse my child!"

Liam Leandro, the eldest son of the Leandro family, darkened his expression.

His gaze swept toward the host like a knife, his voice icy,

"What nonsense are you spouting? No one in the Leandro family has died!"

Christopher exuded an overwhelming aura of intimidation,

"Hmph. Think carefully before you speak."

The host was startled backward by this display. He hurriedly pulled out the documents in his hand, checking them three or four times over, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

After a long moment, he hesitantly spoke,

"Mr. Christopher, Mrs. Martha, the documents say that the donor is indeed... your daughter."

"Shut up!"

Martha screamed, her eyes already red,

"Sophia is clearly on her graduation trip abroad. She even sent me photos a few days ago. How could she possibly..."

Liam pressed his hand on his mother's shoulder, speaking softly to comfort her,

"Mom, don't panic."

He turned toward the host, his eyes dark,

"I'll give you one last chance. Tell me the truth."

Martha interrupted with a tearful voice,

"Liam, call Sophia quickly. What if something really happened to her?"

Liam quickly dialed a video call.

Ring, ring, ring. Once, twice, three times—no one answered.

The hearts of the family members sank deeper and deeper.

Martha's face turned deathly pale as she stared at the phone screen, her lips trembling, unable to speak.

Christopher couldn't sit still either. He leaned forward slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing.

At that moment, the phone suddenly rang with an incoming call.

Liam answered almost instantly. "Sophia!"

The screen lit up, revealing a delicate little face.

Sophia rubbed her eyes, her hair messy, clearly just woken from sleep. She mumbled groggily,

"Liam, why are you calling me in the middle of the night? Did you forget about the time difference?"

Martha snatched the phone away, asking anxiously, "Sophia, are you okay?"

"Mom?"

Sophia paused for a moment, then laughed,

"I'm having a great time here. What could possibly happen?"

"I told you not to worry. I'm already an adult!"

Tears immediately welled up in Martha's eyes as she cried and laughed at the same time.

Christopher let out a long breath and leaned back in his chair.

Liam took back the phone and patiently gave a few more instructions before hanging up.

He turned his head to look at the host, his eyes ice cold,

"Did you see that? Sophia is perfectly fine."

"You cursed Sophia like this—you owe the Leandro family an explanation!"

The atmosphere in the venue instantly became tense.

Just as the host stood there at a loss, one of the older girls on stage timidly raised her hand,

"It's not that Charlotte."

Everyone looked at her.

The girl bit her lip and said quietly,

"My dad showed me a photo of the Charlotte who saved me."

"Her name was Charlotte."