Chapter 5

My heart tightened.

"What do you mean? Why can't it be done?"

Although I'd used the best medicine for myself, myocardial disease had always been dangerous.

Just during the waiting period for surgery, I'd had no fewer than three episodes.

The most serious time, I nearly died.

I was pushed into the emergency room for a full twelve hours. Only through an intense will to survive did I pull through.

My body had no time left to wait.

The doctor looked troubled.

"The heart you were matched with was just reassigned."

I clutched my chest desperately.

"Reassigned? By whom?"

"Did they pay you more money? Whatever they're paying, I'll double it!"

The doctor didn't dare respond at all. He put on his mask and tried to escape.

I rolled off the operating table and followed closely behind him, nearly breaking down.

"You know my condition. I can't wait any longer. How can you just reassign it like that?"

"This is no different from murder!"

My screaming soon attracted many people.

I roared, "Who exactly stole my heart? Can rich people control other people's lives?"

The onlookers were indignant and soon found the instigator.

I rushed over recklessly, but the moment I saw clearly, all the blood in my body froze.

It was Ethan.

He was blocking the operating room entrance, not letting anyone break in.

Vanessa, crying at his side, saw me and immediately grabbed my arm.

"Isabelle? Are you saying my mom stole your heart?"

She fell to her knees directly in front of me.

"I was wrong before for always taking your things. I'm sorry. I apologize to you."

"Take out any grievances you have on me, but please spare my mother, okay?"

Ethan's expression immediately changed.

"Isabelle, just because you don't have a mother, you want to make Vanessa lose hers too?"

"How can you be so vicious?!"

My nails dug deeply into my palms, my teeth nearly drawing blood.

"Ethan, her mother has cancer. A heart transplant won't cure it at all. Vanessa is deliberately—"

Before I could finish, Vanessa suddenly started kowtowing to me.

"Isabelle, I'll return everything to you. I'll never bother Ethan and Ryan again."

"I'm really begging you. How much money do you want? I'll give you money, okay?"

My whole body went cold. I was so angry I could barely speak clearly:

"Who wants your money! I want the heart! Give me back the heart!"

"Enough!"

Ethan flew into a rage and grabbed me.

"To harm Vanessa's mother, you even faked an illness and used people's sympathy to cause trouble. Isabelle, this time you've really gone too far!"

He called security and had me dragged out directly.

I struggled desperately but couldn't break free no matter what.

My heart also beat more and more violently, my chest hurting so much it felt like it would explode.

When I was thrown to the hospital entrance, a suffocating sense of near-death swallowed me whole.

I painfully reached out my hand to call for help, but the onlookers spat at me.

"Bah! We almost let you trick us into harming someone. Still acting even now!"

My hand fell powerlessly.

In my last moment of consciousness, I only hoped that in my next life, I would never, ever see Ethan again.

On the other side, after completing the surgery for Vanessa's mother, Ethan rushed to hold a wedding with Vanessa without stopping.

But when exchanging rings, his mind was full of images of Isabelle.

That day at the hospital, she had looked very haggard. He was still somewhat worried.

"Sorry, Vanessa. Let's end the ceremony here for now."

"Auntie is already confused. She probably won't suspect anything."

With that, he pulled off his boutonniere and called his assistant:

"Check Isabelle's medical records."

Ten minutes later, the assistant called back, his voice somewhat apprehensive:

"Mr. Harrison, the records show that Mrs. Harrison has acute myocardial disease. The heart transplant surgery was scheduled for a week ago..."