Kindness For Death

This was a small private hospital Chris had built in the suburbs. He had hired several surgeons at high salaries and gave them a strict order.

No matter what, they were to force me onto the operating table and make me donate my kidney to Sophia.

On the way, I cried and begged them to let me go. I told them I couldn’t donate, repeating again and again that I would die.

However, they only mocked me.

“Stop pretending to be sick. You’ve been faking it for five years. We were seriously injured and didn’t end up like this. You’ve always been healthy. How could donating a kidney kill you?”

So, I was brought into the operating room.

During the surgery, my mechanical heartbeat stopped several times. The doctor had to resuscitate me by force. He told Chris many times that my body wasn’t suitable for the transplant.

Chris sneered.

“How much did Ava pay you to say that? You’re always defending her. Did you forget who your boss is?”

Damon’s face darkened, and he gave the harsh order.

“Continue the transplant, or die.”

Since the private doctor didn’t want to die, he reluctantly dug out my only kidney.

I died on the operating table, but the three of them didn’t notice. They didn’t even look at me once before they left.

Afraid of being held responsible, the doctor fled as soon as my brothers were gone. No one stayed to deal with my body.

My corpse was left in the empty hospital, the wound on my side still bloody and exposed to the air.

My soul followed my kidney.

It was just like when I was little, always tagging behind my brothers whenever they went out.

Back then, I was the center of their world.

“Ava, which brother do you like best? I’ll buy you a dress. Just say it's Chris!”

“Ava, don’t listen to him! You definitely like Matt best. I get you snacks every day!”

“Give it a rest, you two! Can’t you see Ava sweating? Ava, come to Damon. I’ll carry you!”

The memories were like shattered glass. All that’s left now is the cruel reality.

The sister they loved most had already been replaced. Even now, they were still talking about Sophia’s condition while I’d long been forgotten on the operating table.

When did it all start to change?

Five years ago, I saved my brothers and ended up hospitalized for half a year. They recovered in just two months. When they heard I was hospitalized, they were so worried.

Not wanting them to feel guilty or blame themselves, I asked the doctor to hide the truth about saving them. I only told them I was scared and needed rest at a sanatorium.

At the time, my brothers were busy. They were taking over the mafia family, the Blythes, and stabilizing the company. Sometimes, they didn’t even get a full night’s sleep.

However, no matter how busy they were, they always made time with me.

They even created a schedule to make sure at least one of them was with me every day.

After I was discharged, they hired a team of nutritionists and caregivers, watching over me like I was made of porcelain.

Then, Sophia appeared at their company as an intern.

According to my brothers, she was like a weed that refused to die.

She was tough, kind, clever, and brave, unafraid of authority or them.

She’d point at them and call them crooks. She would fight hard for employee benefits.

Sophia was an orphan. Still, she stayed optimistic, never once complaining about the hardships in life.

Through excellent grades, she got into an Ivy League university all on her own. After graduation, she beat thousands of others to join my brothers’ Forbes-ranked family company.

Her uniqueness deeply captivated all three of them.