Adopted Son Ascends, Bestie Returns From the "Grave"

Helen suddenly sat up. There wasn't a hint of weakness in her voice as she pointed at me and yelled, "Are you even human? You kept calling me your best friend, yet you wouldn't donate blood for me or help raise my baby! What kind of friend does that?"

I glanced at her sideways. "You look pretty fine to me. Maybe the hospital messed up the diagnosis."

Realizing she'd just slipped up, she panicked for a moment before lying down on the bed with a pained expression, calling for the doctor.

Chaos erupted around us, and I was shoved out of the room.

A few minutes later, the nurse who had been working with Helen came out carrying Aidan.

She shoved him into my arms firmly. "The patient just experienced a brief moment of clarity before passing. The baby's birth certificate is already processed, and your name is listed as the mother. Don't even think about ditching him. We have the right to call the cops."

I nearly laughed out loud. What a blatant forced handover. I was the one who should be calling the police!

I pushed past her and stormed back into the operating room. I wanted to see just how far Helen's performance could go.

Only a few minutes had passed since I left the room, but she was already gone.

The nurse followed behind, shouting, "This is the OR! You can't just barge in! Get out of here!"

I stopped her from going on with her constant scolding. "Where is she?"

She rolled her eyes. "She's dead. She's been taken for cremation, of course."

No sooner had she finished speaking than an urn was brought in.

Just then, realization dawned upon me. I suddenly remembered that this was exactly what had happened in my last life.

I'd been pushed out of the operating room and soon told Helen was dead. Heartbroken, I cried while holding Aidan. Not long after, they brought me Helen's ashes.

However, the hospital had no right to cremate her without her family's consent. Besides, there was no way a cremation could happen that quickly.

Back then, I was in such bad shape I never questioned it.

But this time, no way I was going to accept this burden or be the fool again.

I grabbed the urn, popped it open, and dumped everything inside onto the floor.

Dark powder scattered everywhere. The nurse let out a piercing scream. "What do you think you're doing? That's her ashes!"

People nearby gasped and quickly backed away.

"What the hell? Why is she dumping ashes here? Is she crazy?"

"Hey, security! What are you waiting for? Get her out of here before she causes more trouble!"

"Did it get on me? If anything bad happens to me because of this, I'm suing!"

A chorus of angry shouts filled the air.

Just as things were about to get out of hand, the nurse jumped in. "You're disrespecting the deceased! Pick up those ashes with both hands right now! You need to get on your knees and grovel to calm the spirit's anger. Don't bring misfortune on innocent people nearby."

I sneered. "When did hospitals start believing in superstition? If I really dumped ashes, then yeah, I'd be wrong. But take a closer look. Are these even ashes?"