The Man Who Burned Me Alive in My Past Life Was Also Reborn Novel by Fitzgerald Mitchell

The transfer team would arrive in two hours.

Just then, Lucas came rushing over.

“Lola, what are you doing here!?”

“Stop causing trouble and come sign the papers.”

“You already agreed. The whole medical team is waiting.”

I ignored him and stared at the ICU door.

Seeing that I wasn’t responding, Lucas grew impatient.

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I turned to look at him.

“Cody is still in the ICU, and you’re already thinking about harvesting his o***ns?”

Lucas’s face paled with panic.

“What are you talking about? He’s our son! Do you think I’m some kind of jerk?”

“His o****ns have failed. His brain is dead. He’ll never wake up again. He’s just a shell of a person now!”

“Donating his o***ns is meaningful. Cody used to watch TV and say he wanted to make his life count. Isn’t this fulfilling his wish?”

Hearing this, rage boiled inside me.

Months ago, Lucas had made us watch a documentary about o**n donation.

Cody, being the sweet boy he was, had cried through the whole thing.

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I never realized that my son’s kindness and my trust were part of Lucas’s scheme.

With all the strength I could muster, I slapped him hard across the face.

“Get out! I’m not going anywhere, and no one is touching my son! I’m transferring him!”

Lucas stumbled backward, holding his face, looking completely humiliated. He couldn’t help but shout.

“You’re so obsessed with your feelings, you’re keeping Cody alive just to suffer! What’s the point of that?”

“His muscles will waste away, bedsores will form. His whole body will rot while he’s still alive!”

“Why make him go through that kind of agony when you could let him pass peacefully?”

I glared at this man, who had once been my husband.

All his self-righteous words were just a cover for his carefully planned cruelty.

As we stood there, a figure came running up, grabbing Lucas.