Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 686:

“Okay.”

“It’s time. We need to head to the operating room now,” a nurse called out, her voice echoing in Rachel’s ears.

Jeffrey hesitated for a moment before forcing a smile.

“Rachel… goodbye.”

He didn’t say “see you later” this time—because deep down, he knew he never would.

“I’m sorry, Rachel. I lied to you. When you wake up, please don’t blame me. Just remember what I said—you have to be happy. I’ll be watching over you, protecting you from above.”

As Rachel was wheeled away, Jeffrey silently said his farewell.

Moments later, when the operating room doors shut completely, Jeffrey turned and walked to another room, where he, too, was prepped for surgery.

But his procedure wasn’t to treat an illness. It was to save his sister.

He had decided to donate his kidney, ensuring Rachel would have a chance to live.

What he didn’t know was that he wasn’t the only one who had made that choice. Brian had, too.

His donation had been kept a secret, known only to Ronald and the doctor.

Outside, Yvonne paced anxiously, her heart pounding as she waited. The ten-hour surgery stretched on, feeling endless and excruciating.

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Then, at last, a doctor stepped out, removed his mask, and uttered four simple words. “The surgery was successful.”

Under Yvonne’s careful attention, Rachel’s body steadily regained strength, healing little by little each day.

But the surgery left her with some serious aftereffects.

She lost her memories and couldn’t remember anything from before.

Everything from her past vanished, as if it had never happened.noveldrama

Yvonne took care of everything for Jeffrey’s funeral.

The day he was buried, it poured heavily.

Yvonne stood before the glistening tombstone, a white flower pinned to her chest in mourning. Holding an umbrella, she crouched down and gently whispered, “Jeffrey, you can rest easy now. Rachel is doing well; she’s happy and carefree. But she might not be able to visit you. So, every year on this day, I’ll come instead. I’ll keep you company, okay?”

The day Rachel was discharged, Yvonne brought her a large bouquet of sunflowers—symbols of warmth, joy, and a new beginning.

Arm in arm, they strolled toward the hospital entrance, chatting and laughing under the soft sunlight.

A short distance away, Brian sat in a wheelchair, a hat pulled low over his face. He didn’t call out to Rachel. He just watched, unable to take his eyes off her radiant, carefree smile—so full of life, so untouched by the past. It reminded him so much of the first time they met.

A gust of wind swept through, making Brian cough hard. Ronald panicked and quickly wrapped a blanket around him.

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