Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

The medical staff pushed out a bed, on which Lorenzo was lying with his eyes close, looking quite weak, nothing like the Chante Group’s president in his days of brilliance.

“How is he?” Angela asked.

The doctor replied, “We have changed his heart, and he needs another week in hospital to observe if there’s severe rejection. If not, he could go back home then. But he should take the antirejection drugs on time.”

“Thank you so much.” Angela sighed with slight relief.

This time dad had his heart changed, he should not suffer from cardiac disease anymore.

“You are welcome. It’s our duty.” The doctor sighed, “You ought to thank the one donating his heart. He worked on a construction site when he fell to his death accidentally, yet the employer didn’t say a word about the compensation … His father is a peasant-worker, and he lives a tough life anyway.”

“Could you please give me his contact details?” Her father didn’t need to worry about the cardiac problem anymore. However, another man lost his life instead…

The doctor shook his head, “I don’t have it either. Nevertheless, he is now on the bed outside Ward 1423, and you can go and have a look.”

Having thanked him over and over, Angela went out with Luna to buy a bouquet of flowers and then walked to Ward 1423 together.

Hospital beds scattered across the corridor, people with glazed eyes on them, who were alive, but seemingly dead.

Most of them had families by their side, though also with sullen looks; the rest were even all alone, without anyone looking after them.

Outside Ward 1423 laid a bed on the left side of the door. A large part of the bedsheet was covered in blood, and on it sat a peasant worker with dark skin.

He was in his work clothes of the construction site, which had been stained with plenty of mud and blood, with tears streaking his skinny face.

Angela approached him holding the bouquet but could speak even a letter though she had prepared her words of thanks on the way.

In contrast, the peasant-worker wiped his tears upon seeing her, and opened his mouth ahead of her, “Benefactress, I see you again! Why are you here?”

Luna turned to Angela.

After pondering for a moment, Angela managed to recall that she realized her gift on the last birthday and donate the money to a peasant worker. After that, she had met the peasant worker once in a hospital when he appreciated her on his knees.

“… The man passed away is your son?”

The peasant-worker wiped his tears and sobbed, “It’s my youngest son! He was just admitted by a university, and insisted to work on the construction site with me to pay his tuition during the winter vacation!”

“No matter how hard I dissuaded him, he didn’t listen. So I took him … with me … God knows why the scaffold was not fixed firmly. Then he fell down, and was sent to the hospital … I couldn’t … afford the cost of … emergency treatment … he died …”

He wailed while covering his face with two calloused hands stained with mud.

Watching this, Angela also felt miserable, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

It had been quite a while before the peasant-worker stopped crying, “A dead person couldn’t come to life. I know it. It’s just, I don’t know how to tell his mother about it! He was all right when … when leaving home, but just a moment …”

Then he choked up.

Luna opened her bag, took out a few tissues, and handed them to him.

Waiting until he almost calmed down, Angela comforted him for a time before finally said, “Your son’s heart has been devoted to my father. I appreciate it.”

She bowed deeply, expressing her gratitude solemnly.

The father hurried to lift her up, “You’re welcome! You’re welcome! One good turn deserves another. Last time you helped me, and now my son helped your father. It’s fairly … a requital.”

In contrast to what he was saying, he choked with sobs on the halfway, “The god damn boss, in order to save the cost, he even used a scaffold of poor quality. It’s … it’s a contempt for the human life.”

“In that case, please give me your cellphone number, and I will find a lawyer for you to sue the owner of the construction site,” Angela suggested.

With that, the father thanked her repeatedly and even kneeled down to kowtow.

Angela and Luna rushed to help him up.

“It’s not a big deal, so please don’t do that,” Luna said. “Instead, your son did do us a big favor this time. If there’s anyone needing to be grateful, it would be us.”

The senior sighed, “Before my youngest son died, he said he longed to donate all his organs …”

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“I’m so sorry.” Angela took out a bank card, “I’ll send the password of the bank card to you later. It’s enough to support you and your wife. Please don’t go on working.”

At the sight of the card, the father blared up instantly, “I’m doing a good deed, not to sell my son’s body! Why are you paying me?”

“Please don’t get her wrong, mister. My sister gave you the money out of the empathy for your hard-working, and otherwise she meant nothing for sure.” Luna tipped Angela a wink to let her take the card back as she explained to the father.

Instead of taking it back, Angela extended her hand to the front of the father. “I don’t mean you are selling your son’s body, but nowadays it costs a lot to get married in the countryside. You said he’s your youngest son, which means you have other sons, right?”

“Without selling the dead body, my sons could also get married! If you insist to give me the money, I will be annoyed!” the father said with fury.

Luna glared at Angela with a frown, and she could only put the card back.

“You find a lawyer for me and let him seek justice for my son, which is the best thing you can do in return for his heart!” Seeing her put the card back, the rage on the father’s face dispersed but was replaced with bitterness.

After she wrote down the father’s phone number and found accommodation for him, Angela finally returned to Lorenzo’s ward along with Luna.

“Get out! I don’t want to see you!” Lorenzo was sitting on his bed drinking water, and seeing Angela enter the room, he changed to a glum look on his face.

Luna interceded, “Dad, nobody wants to see mom’s death, and we can’t blame this on Angela!”

“Get out! Did you hear me?” Lorenzo, gasping for air, hurled a cup at Angela.

Angela jerked her head and dodged the cup before she said impassively, “Now mother has gone, but you haven’t changed a little bit, passing the buck to others habitually no matter what happens.”

The cup dropped to the ground, shattering into pieces.

He blushed furiously and struggled to his feet while trembling before he grabbed a vase to fling.

“Put down the vase, and I will go.” Without one more glance at him, Angela turned back and walked out. “Unless you die, I would not see you again.”

Watching her receding figure, Lorenzo turned stunned after being furious, and at last, got overwhelmed by an ocean of misery and regret.

He dropped the vase on the bed and flopped down on the ground feebly.

With all he had done, he just wanted to prove to Elva that it was not a mistake for her to choose him!

But now she’s not here anymore, why did it matter how much he had done or how well was he doing? One thing would never change: she hated him till the end of her life!

“Dad …” Luna frowned, approaching him to lend support.

Lorenzo wrenched from her hands and said exhaustedly, “Leave me alone. You can also leave now since I need some time alone.”

“Then have a good rest.” With a sigh, Luna opened the door and walked out.