Chapter 1

Harrison's heart condition relapsed.

Faced with astronomical medical bills, I disappeared without a trace.

Later, he returned to his roots as the heir of the Morgan family, the richest clan in town.

He harbored intense hatred for me, unleashing terrible revenge, vowing to scour the earth to find me.

But he never knew I was already dead.

The heart beating in his chest was the one I had donated.

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After I died, my spirit was trapped by Harrison Morgan's side, unable to leave him.

The next time I saw my younger brother, Samuel Cooper, was when he came to borrow money from Harrison.

After all these years apart, Samuel had changed so much. He wore faded jeans, a wrinkled shirt, and shoes covered in mud.

Though only eighteen, he carried the weariness of someone who had seen too much of the world.

"Mr. Morgan, just ten thousand dollars. I'll pay you back," Samuel said, nervously clutching the hem of his shirt, looking panicked.

But Harrison, impeccable in his tailored suit, sat rigid and cold on the couch, looking down at Samuel with icy disdain.

"Jennifer couldn't bother to come herself to ask for the money?" Harrison sneered.

Harrison idly toyed with the ring on his thumb—a little trinket he had picked up yesterday for 60 million dollars, like it was nothing.

I was getting a little annoyed. I drifted over to him, grumbling, "Harrison, you're loaded now—how'd you get even stingier?"

Harrison didn't spare a glance in my direction because they couldn't see me. I had died the night before Harrison's heart surgery.

After becoming a spirit, I watched as the Morgan family claimed him as their own, saw him recover, and become the untouchable heir of the Morgans.

Getting rich had been Harrison's biggest dream ever since he left the orphanage. He always said he wanted to make enough money so I could live a good life and take it easy every day.

I never thought he would refuse to lend Samuel even ten thousand dollars now.

Coming back to my senses, I saw Samuel grit his teeth and suddenly go down on his knees in front of Harrison.

His eyes were red as he choked out, "Mr. Morgan, Jennifer's gone missing. We're searching everywhere for her.

"My mom's illness can't wait any longer. I wouldn't be here begging you if I had any other choice."

Turns out my mom, Monica, had been diagnosed with leukemia half a year ago—a terminal disease.

For the past half year, Samuel had dropped out of school to work, borrowing money from everyone he knew. But he was still ten thousand dollars short for her surgery.

Out of options, Samuel saw on TV that the only son of the ultra-wealthy Morgan family was none other than Harrison, the man I once brought home as my boyfriend.

Clinging to his last shred of hope, Samuel tracked down Harrison's company address and came to beg him in person. But Harrison's attitude was cold and distant.

Samuel pleaded, "Mr. Morgan, can't you help us out for old times' sake—for everything you and Jennifer once had?"

But those words seemed to touch a raw nerve. Harrison shot back coldly, "What did Jennifer and I ever have, anyway?"

Then Harrison suddenly stood up, towering over Samuel. The aura in the room dropped like a stone—it was almost suffocating.

Harrison said, "How typical of Jennifer, heartless as ever. She disappears when there are medical bills to pay.

"She left me to rot in that hospital bed, and now, when her mom's dying, she can't even bother to show up?"

Samuel was lost for words, wanting to explain that I had been missing for three years. But Harrison clearly didn't want to hear it.

The look Harrison gave Samuel shifted from indifference to outright hatred. "If you want the money, make Jennifer kneel before me herself and beg for forgiveness."

"Mr. Morgan, can I beg you instead? Will that work?" Samuel choked out, his eyes brimming with tears, desperation written all over his face.

For three years, there hadn't been a single word from me—I had vanished without a trace. My family had already started to suspect the worst about what became of me.

Samuel began knocking his head against the floor in Harrison's direction, again and again. His forehead split open, staining the pristine white tiles with vivid red.

I was frantic, floating over, trying to stop Samuel. But my hands passed right through his body. There was nothing I could do.

But Harrison, I'm begging you—please, save my mom. I waved my arms desperately in front of Harrison, my heart aching.

I wanted to cry my eyes out, but not a single tear would fall. Spirits couldn't shed tears, after all.