Chapter 5

The nurse thanked him, and the man even asked a few questions about my condition.

This Mr. Blackwood was truly kind-hearted.

Willing to help even a complete stranger.

But how could someone so kind bear to let his own biological son suffer?

I recognized Mr. Blackwood's voice -- it was Raymond. That meant the person he was mobilizing the entire hospital's medical staff to save must be Jasper.

I clenched my jaw, not letting my tears fall.

I should never have hoped for this fatherly love.

Still, with Raymond's authorization, I was quickly wheeled into a room adjacent to Jasper's.

I heard the doctor making final pre-surgery confirmations with Raymond.

"Mr. Blackwood, this heart source was originally for Owen. Are you certain you want to transfer it to Jasper?"

"Certain."

Raymond's answer was decisive.

I should have expected this outcome.

Without a heart source, the doctor could only give me painkillers to temporarily stabilize my condition, but this would only accelerate my heart failure.

I endured the pain and grabbed the doctor's coat.

"My body can't take any more painkillers... Please save me. I can't hold on..."

Facing my plea, the doctor only said helplessly,

"These are all Mr. Blackwood's arrangements."

"Right now, all cardiac medications must be used for Mr. Blackwood's son first. Just wait a bit longer, or if you offend Mr. Blackwood, you might not even get painkillers."

Though my heart turned to ice, I knew my priority was staying alive.

I bit through my tongue. The sharp pain jolted me awake.

"Raymond! Save me!"

Hearing my heart-wrenching screams, the doctor only sighed.

"No matter who you call now, it's useless. Who told you not to have a father like Mr. Blackwood?"

"Your timing coming to the hospital was really bad. Mr. Blackwood's son just happens to be having surgery today. To avoid any accidents, Mr. Blackwood requisitioned all the doctors and medications."

"But don't worry. Once Mr. Blackwood's son's surgery is done, you'll be able to get medication."

...

I didn't catch the rest of what the doctor said, only that he was describing what great fatherly love Raymond had.

Ironically, I, his biological son, couldn't receive even a fraction of that love.

Meanwhile, surgery had already begun on the other side of the ward.

Afraid Jasper would be scared, Raymond kept encouraging him.

When rejection occurred during the surgery, Raymond nearly cried.

"Don't be afraid, Jasper. I'm right outside with you."

"After your surgery, I will take you on a world tour and transfer all the company assets to your name."

And just on the other side of the wall, with the painkillers taking effect, I could only lie on the cold hospital bed.

I couldn't speak. I could only stare at the ceiling, feeling my life slowly slipping away.

"Heart transplant complete. The surgery was a complete success!"

The moment the doctor announced Jasper's successful surgery, my life also reached its end.

I felt my body becoming light, actually floating into Jasper's operating room.

I saw Raymond crying tears of joy, carefully holding Jasper.

"Good son, the surgery was successful. I am so happy."

Everyone around praised the deep father-son bond between Raymond and Jasper, but no one knew.

In a dark corner, Raymond's biological son had taken his last breath.

Afterward, I watched Raymond take Jasper to Europe.

They ate together, took photos, celebrating Jasper's new life.

But I could only silently say in my heart.

Raymond, we'll never see each other again...

It wasn't until two months later, when Raymond came home and saw my empty room, that he remembered me and ordered someone to rush me to the hospital.

The maid spoke hesitantly.

"Owen... he's already dead in the basement."