My wife transplanted the donor heart I had waited for two years for to the fake heir, Sean Morgan.

The doctor said I only had one week left to live, so I decided to freeze my body. I donated my body to Sean's lab.

On the day I signed the donation letter, my daughter threw herself into my arms and said I had finally made up with her uncle. My parents praised me for finally understanding the deep bond and mutual support between brothers.

My wife said with relief, "You've finally let go of your grudges and become an understanding person."

I smiled gently. "Yes, this time I’ve really learned my lesson. I will return the status of the Morgan family heir to Sean and fulfill your wishes.”

"You don't have much time left, so bid goodbye to your family." The attending doctor's tone was gentle and filled with concern, but the words hit my heart like a huge rock.

Even though I had long guessed the outcome, the rims of my eyes still reddened when I received this "death sentence".

I was only 28. I had worked very hard to survive. However, unexpectedly, the donor heart I had been waiting for was snatched by my wife, who had it transplanted into Sean Morgan, a fake heir who was only suffering from a minor heart disease.

I arrived at Sean's ward in a daze and saw my parents, my wife, Winnie Lowe, and my daughter, Cynthia Morgan, all gathered around him, fussing over him.

Seeing me come in, Winnie, who was helping Sean drink water, immediately put down the glass and came over, asking, "What did the doctor say?"

I looked at her. She immediately avoided my eyes guiltily, stammering and explaining, "It was urgent. If we didn't give Sean a heart transplant, he would have died of pain."

My mom immediately said, "Winnie's right, Klose. Lives are at stake. You can't be so ignorant as to be mad at us over this, right?"

The words I was about to say lingered on my lips, and I said calmly, "I'm not mad. The doctor said there’d be good news in a week."

After a pause, I added, "Good news for all of us."

Winnie's beautiful eyes instantly filled with joy. "A suitable donor heart so soon? I knew the decision we made that day was the right one."

My dad also breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Sean is so lucky. If you hadn't given him the heart, he wouldn't have been able to survive a week."

My mom nodded repeatedly, gently stroked Sean's hair, and said, "Sean's luck has yet to come to an end. Unlike someone who could have continued to wait for a donor heart, but insisted on making a scene, humiliating the Morgans."

Even though I was already disappointed in them, my heart still ached. I clenched my fists, nearly gnashing my teeth to the point of shattering them. Only then could I calm the tears threatening to burst out of my eyes.

Winnie looked at me tenderly, but her words were icy. "You were indeed too impulsive that day. I think you should apologize to Sean."

I stared at her in disbelief, thinking, 'Sean stole my heart, yet you want me to apologize to him?'

My mom chimed in, "Yeah, he wouldn't have had a heart attack if it weren't for you bullying him that day. You should be thankful he's lying here safely now, or I would never acknowledge you as my son."

I recalled Sean standing in front of me that day, proudly showing off the marks on his neck, bragging about how passionately Winnie and he did it. I could not stop myself from punching him, yet they caught us.

Winnie angrily rushed forward and pushed me away. I was thrown to the ground, and my head was spinning as my mom rushed over to beat me. My dad just stood there indifferently as if he also thought I deserved a lesson.

I then had a heart attack, and I could barely breathe.

My mom nervously asked what was wrong, but Sean suddenly clutched his heart and said it hurt. She immediately threw me aside and ran over to him.

Everyone thought I was faking it and that his was the real deal.

With this in mind, I smiled bitterly and said flatly, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

No one expected me to apologize so obediently.

Winnie looked at me with a hint of inquiry, a sense of unease growing in her heart.

Sean also frowned, his expression practically saying, "You're being pretentious."

My parents looked at me warily, as if afraid I would cause trouble again.

Only my daughter, Cynthia, threw herself into my arms and said, "Dad, that’s great. You finally admitted your mistake. Don't bully Uncle Sean anymore, or I'll dislike you like Grandpa and Grandma."

I looked down at her. I could tolerate my parents' and wife's indifference, misunderstanding, and favoritism, but the child I raised myself and poured all my love into also favored Sean. This was something I could not tolerate. However, I no longer had the energy to fight this. I gently stroked her face and answered with a smile, "I'll do whatever you say."

My mother nodded in satisfaction and said, "Well, it seems like you've finally learned your lesson, Klose."

Winnie breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My husband has finally come to his senses."

Seeing her feigned affection, I felt a wave of nausea.

Just then, Sean suddenly cried out in pain, and Winnie immediately rushed over.

Cynthia, who had been holding me, also let go and ran over, shouting, "Uncle Sean, where does it hurt? I'll blow on it to make it better."

My parents' eyes reddened with heartache.

Standing in the distance, I looked like a clown. I could no longer stand this atmosphere and left the ward, claiming to be tired.

As soon as I reached the door, the pain in my chest nearly made me faint. I leaned against the wall and squatted down, quickly rummaging around to find powerful painkillers. I swallowed several pills in a row before relief finally arrived.

In the ward, I heard my mom still scolding me for my indifference. She thought I did not care about Sean, but I knew that my presence would make Sean uncomfortable.

It was his usual way of competing for attention, but he did not even need to do so, because my parents, Winnie, and Cynthia all loved the fake heir.

Just like the name my parents gave me. Klose meant, "Don't get close. Don't get close to us..." It was the name they gave me on the first day I came back after being missing for 16 years.

My mom said she hoped I would be cautious and never lose myself because of the sudden wealth and honor. I thought she was sincerely educating me until I heard my mom comforting Sean that night.

She said she and my dad only regarded him as their son, and that they named me "Klose" so that I would not get close to them.

That night, I felt like someone had poured a bucket of cold water on me. It was a rude awakening from the joy of finally having parents. I should have known long ago that I had always been an unwanted child.

After leaving the hospital in a daze, I took a taxi to Sean's research lab. I had already agreed to donate my body for cryonics revival experiments.

As I was signing the agreement, the staff member asked, "Mr. Morgan, do your parents and wife know about your decision?"

I smiled and answered calmly, "They all respect and support my decision."

The staff member said enviously, "That's wonderful. Your family must love you very much to hope that one day you can be resurrected."

Looking at her envious eyes, I felt as if I had truly become someone deeply loved by their parents and loved ones.

I smiled and answered, "Yeah, who doesn't love their family?" With that said, I handed over the agreement.

After confirming everything was correct, I left and returned home. As soon as I walked in, I saw my belongings piled up in the living room. I frowned at Linda Lester, who stood there instructing everyone. She was the nanny who raised Sean. I wondered why she was here.

Like my parents, Linda hated me — the true heir.

When she saw me, she said with a fake smile, "Mr. Klose, Sean is getting discharged today. Ms. Lowe asked me to take care of him and choose a room for him to recuperate in. The master bedroom is well-ventilated from north to south, so I cleaned it up for Sean to recuperate in. The other rooms in the villa are all being used, so we can only have you stay in the downstairs storage room."

I answered calmly, "Okay."

Linda probably did not expect me to be so apathetic about it. She swallowed back everything she was about to say. She looked at me suspiciously and asked, "Mr. Klose, aren't you angry?"

I shook my head and turned around to walk toward the storage room.

Linda said disdainfully, "It looks like you've finally become mature. It would have been better if you had come to your senses earlier. If you had, Mr. and Mrs. Morgan wouldn't have hated you so much."

I said nothing as I entered the storage room, and a pungent, moldy smell hit my nose. The cramped space was filled with a wide variety of items. There was only a one-meter-wide small bed, half of which was filled with books, and the other half was empty.

I lay down and drifted off into a deep sleep. I was so tired that all I wanted was a good night's sleep...

However, even such a small wish escaped me.

It was unknown how long it had been before I was jolted awake by a strong force. When I opened my eyes, I saw Winnie's eyes, filled with panic.

Seeing me awake, her worried expression instantly turned icy. She questioned loudly, "Why did you post about our marriage online? Do you know that a lot of people are cyberbullying Sean right now? He’s just had surgery and is fragile. He was so furious about this that he fainted! I thought you'd really learned your lesson, but it turned out that you were just secretly plotting revenge against us!"

I only felt like a hammer was slamming inside my head. The intense pain made it difficult for me to hear her words, and I could only weakly reply, "I didn't do anything... If you don't believe me, you can look at my phone."

Winnie roared angrily, "Enough! Those reporters have admitted that you paid them to publicize this! How long are you going to keep pretending? Come with me to apologize to Sean!"

Winnie pulled me roughly off the bed and dragged me outside. She walked so fast that my leg hit the door frame hard with a thud, and the pain made me shiver instantly. However, she just glanced back at me and continued dragging me outside.

When I arrived at the hall, she threw me to the ground. I felt as if all my bones were falling apart. Just as I was about to stand up, my dad rushed over and slapped me several times.

A bloody stench that nothing could contain gushed up.

I looked up to see Sean sitting next to my mom, looking vulnerable.

My mom shot me a furious glare. Her dark eyes were filled with disgust and hatred toward me. It was as if she could not satisfy her hatred even if I suffered a thousand beatings.

My gaze was so indifferent that my dad threw a punch at me, which made me cough up blood.

Blood splashed all over his hands and face, and he was momentarily stunned. I collapsed from exhaustion, and blood began to ooze from my nose.

Winnie rushed forward in terror, anxiously asking, "What's wrong? Why did you vomit so much blood?"

I looked at her. Her hands were shaking as if she were genuinely worried about me. I pushed her hands away. Just as I was about to get up, I began to cough up blood again.

Fear finally appeared in my dad's eyes. He shook his head and said, "I...I just slapped him a few times. I didn't do anything else!"

With that said, he asked with a rare tone of concern, "Klose, what's wrong? I... I'm taking you to the hospital now..."

My mom also came over and asked, "What's wrong? Quick, help Klose up."

My daughter, Cynthia, also rushed over, sobbing, "Dad, you're bleeding so much. Are you going to die?"

My dad snapped, "Don't spout nonsense!"

Just then, Linda suddenly came out, holding a bag. She angrily said, "Mr. Klose, how could you scare Mr. Morgan, Mrs. Morgan, and Ms. Lowe with a blood bag?"

'Blood bag? What blood bag?' I wondered.

Before I could react, my mom had already rushed over to Linda. She took one glance at what she was holding and threw it to the ground in a fit of rage.

She angrily cursed, "Klose! You're indeed cunning! How dare you try to use blood bags to trick us into sympathizing with you!"

I smiled bitterly and shook my head. I had clearly learned my lesson, so why did they not spare me?

Winnie crouched down, looked at me with disappointment, and asked, "Klose, how did you become like this?"

My dad furiously kicked me and said with disgust, "You rebel! You're indeed a wild brat from the countryside. You're unscrupulous and cold-blooded! You're not even half as good as Sean! No, you're nothing compared to Sean!"

I said nothing, only swallowing the blood I was about to spit out.

Cynthia, who had thrown herself into my arms, pushed me to the ground in disgust. She frowned and said, "Dad, I thought that you'd changed. You're so mean. I don't like you anymore!"

Then, she ran over to Sean, lay on his lap, and said, "I want Uncle Sean to be my dad!"

I felt disheartened as I clenched my hands tightly — even though my nails were piercing my palms.

Winnie sighed, raised her hand to wipe the corner of my eye, and asked, "You know how hard it is to be betrayed by the person closest to you, so why did you do it? Sean's reputation is now ruined, and our company's stock is in turmoil. This is all because of you. So not only must you apologize, but you must also make amends."

I wanted to say I knew nothing, but Sean started sobbing, "Forget it, Winnie... Klose has repeatedly hurt me. I'm afraid asking him to apologize will only make him hate me more. I don't know why Klose hates me so much, but... I'm willing to let it go for Dad, Mom, and you, Winnie."

My mom said heartbrokenly, "Sean, you're just too kind. That's why he bullies you. Don't worry. We'll always be by your side. With us protecting you, he'll never have the chance to hurt you again."

After saying that, she looked at me coldly and warned, "Listen carefully. For the sake of the Morgans' and the Lowes' reputation, our two families have already reached a solution. You and Winnie will get a divorce tomorrow, and then she and Sean will get married. We'll announce publicly that Winnie and Sean have already gotten their marriage certificate. It's only because you're in poor health and you like her that we've hidden this from you."

I looked at Winnie and asked, "Did you agree too?"

Winnie avoided my gaze, frowning impatiently. "It can't be helped. You caused this."

She said after a pause. "But don't worry. This is just a temporary solution. Once the storm is over, I'll divorce Sean."

I looked at her. Even though I had tons to say, I no longer had the strength to speak.

Perhaps she felt guilty, or she felt my silence was a form of defiance; it irritated her. She said gloomily, "Whether you agree or not, I..."

I retorted slowly, "Congratulations and have a happy wedding."