It turned out that the so-called solution was to use my heart to replace his. And the artificial heart the doctor newly created had not yet experimented with. It would be transplanted into my body.

I knew what it meant, but I wanted Zackary to live. For him, I was willing to do anything.

My thoughts were pulled back by a cold smile.

Zackary protected Lillianna. What he valued the most was her.

Zackary then said, "Thirsty? There's nothing to say to an ungrateful girl like her. It's only you that care about me. You are my little princess. No matter if it's you, or the puppy you raise, I will give you all the best."

The lovely scene in front of me made my already trembling heart sting more and more, like a big hand choking my neck making it hard to breathe.

I didn't want to see the two of them being intimate. I dodged Zackary's hesitant outstretched hand, burying that unspeakable sourness and jealousy in the bottom of my heart.

Just as I took a step, Lillianna suddenly side-swiped my shoulder.

She then said, "Hey, watch out. Bumping into me is nothing, but Zackary can not withstand your rudeness."

My left shoulder connected to my heart, and my mind swelled causing me to fall to the ground, blood spilling from the corner of my mouth.

Seeing me being like this, Zackary furrowed his brows and instinctively wanted to pick me up.

Lillianna's face turned cold as she jumped into his arms and cried her eyes out. "Zackary, she looks at me like this. I'm scared."

Seeing my cold gaze, Zackary lowered his eyes.

He then said, "Kiersten, how shameless you are.

"In order to ask me for money, you even swindled me with fake blood. Being your brother really makes me sick."

I got up in a sorry state by holding onto the wall and wiping away the blood at the corner of my mouth.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you lend me another one hundred thousand dollars. I'll disappear forever and won't get in your way anymore."

Zackary clenched his fists and slammed them against the wall.

Lillianna hugged him and fell into tears.

When she turned her head to look at me, her eyes were filled with extreme disgust and resentment.

Lillianna said, "Zackary, she's not so bad as to joke with her life.

"No matter what, she was once your sister. Even if she... You were fortunate that you got the help of a kind-hearted person to pull through.

"Just take it as doing something good."

Her words let Zackary remember the suffering he once had.

Kiersten, his sister, whom he spoiled in his life, was afraid of living a penniless life caused by him and took all his life-saving money to leave without hesitation.

A hint of heartache in Zackary's eyes turned into intense hatred.

"I've seen a lot of people like her who are greedy for life and afraid of death. Even if it's true, she deserved it."

He led Lillianna away in big strides, ignoring her sympathetic words.

The corner of Lillianna's mouth hooked up in mockery. But Zackary didn't notice it at all.

Fingertips plunged into the palm brought dense pain, along with the mechanical heart kept trembling.

My eyes dimmed, and I was no longer able to see the two of them.

The phone rang.

I froze for a second and clicked my cell phone.

When I looked at the notification that I received one hundred thousand dollars, my heart couldn't stop trembling. I used the money to pay the surgery fee I still owed.

The scar on my chest burned.

My favorite brother had ever imagined.

The so-called kind-hearted person was me, that greedy and fearful sister in his heart.

Back then, Zackary had long been unable to wait for a suitable heart. He was losing weight day by day, and the time he was awake was getting shorter and shorter.

The emergence of the artificial heart made me ecstatic, even though the technology was not yet mature. Only a small number of people got transplanted with artificial hearts, and the side effects were unknown.

I had no choice but to sign the implantation agreement.

I gave my heart to him and implanted an artificial heart that would last five years.

The cheapest mechanical heart cost thousands of dollars.

Since then, I had vomited blood from time to time. I couldn't breathe when I walked a few more steps, and my body was inexplicably weak and cold.

But for me, it was already the best deal.

Now, artificial heart technology had matured and was now able to operate more efficiently in the human body.

But I could no longer afford the surgery.

During those five years, I suffered a lot.

On the verge of dying, I could still see him once, and feel the beating of his heart, I had no regrets.

When I walked back to the old building on the outskirts of the city, it was getting dark.

I pushed open the door of my broken room. There came a moldy smell. The wet and cold feeling caused me to shiver.

It was a quite small room with only a rusty iron bed and shaky ceiling fan.

But it was enough for me to live in.

At one time, Zackary and I were taken in here, and we found our family here.

None of us could leave each other.

So, when I learned that my heart could save him, I made up my mind to end the relationship with him.

Zackary had been protecting me and pampering me for eighteen years. He experienced all sorts of life and knew how hard it had been for us to go all the way.

For him, I worked hard day and night. He saw my hardness.

So no matter what, he would not agree to me to change my heart to him.

I had to pretend that I was afraid of death and deliberately distanced myself from him.

No matter how much he hated me, I didn't blame him.

I pretended to dislike him in front of the nurses for not being able to take care of himself and for being stinking.

I cursed him fiercely and was fed up with the despair of having no hope day after day.

I'd even said in public that he should die and stop dragging me into his miserable life.

If he hesitated just a little bit, I could leave him mercilessly.

He gave up on me that day. I threw the agreement ending our relationship in his face with a sneer on my face. Zackary cried and signed his name on the paper with all his force.

And I, with that agreement, went into the operating room.

I once said I would take all the money abroad and never come back.

But often at sunset, I hid by the door, spying on his gradual recovery under the care of Lillianna.

Nobody knew that the girl that should have gone abroad would hide in shadows.

I didn't expect to be able to see him one more time before I died.

The small wet and cold room became the home before my death.

As long as he was happy, it was fine.

The photo of Zackary was the screen saver of my phone. I was proud of him. At the same time, a touch of sourness inevitably welled up in my heart.

The urgent ringing of the bell brought me to my senses, and I smiled to myself as I looked at the bright red warning of arrears. So the money was still not enough.

There were a few people I could contact with. I hesitated for a moment and called Joyce.

I begged her to help me find a job, no matter how hard it was.

Zackary thought I took his life-saving money and abandoned him. He hated me.

Knowing how poor I was now, he must be happy to see it.

My heart went wrong, but I still had to work to pay off the medical bills I owed before.

Though I often said that I was not afraid of death, when a ray of hope appeared in front of me, I still tried to grab it.

Joyce didn't believe that I was an ungrateful girl. She felt sorry for what I had been through all these years.

She immediately arranged for me to go to the hotel where Peyton Roman, her eldest son, worked.

Zackary was hosting a party for Lillianna and was in desperate need of greeters.

I could earn five thousand dollars a day, enough for me to buy drugs to survive for a few months.

When I hurried to the hotel, I accidentally bumped into a warm chest.

When I looked up, I met Zackary's confused and unbelievable eyes.

The girl behind him seemed to be familiar.

Lillianna was dressed in a gorgeous dress, holding his arm.

The crowd flattered them, and they were at such a high place that I could never touch.

I hastily bowed my head to apologize. In front of my eyes appeared to be her fine-heeled shoes inset with diamonds. "Look, who is she? A miserable poor girl. She smells stinky."

Lillianna covered her nose in disgust and laughed gaily.

I was silent, hanging my head and backing away.

A snap came. My face turned red, burning.

She moved closer to me and grunted coldly, "Where's the manager? How can you let this kind of ungrateful person in? If she steals things, can you afford to pay for it? Fire her now."

Zackary's lips pursed, and he looked at me, slightly stunned.

Lillianna's eyes dyed with envy. She pushed me down and stepped hard on my chest.

Intense sharp pain swept over me. I couldn't stop curling up and trembling, crying.

"Don't look at Zackary. You don't deserve it. Get the hell out of my way." She laughed smugly, her tone full of rage.

Zackary's eyebrows knit slightly. Only for a moment, the heartache in his eyes turned into merciless coldness.

The manager, Peyton, was afraid that I would get hurt and was busy trying to take me away.

Zackary coldly grunted and let Peyton leave, tugging my wrist to pull me up.

"Kiersten, you chased me here for money?"

Only then did Lillianna pretend to exclaim, wiping my face clean with a tissue.

"What? How come it's Kiersten? You're the young lady of the Dixon family. Do you still need to condescend to work in the hotel?"

When the words fell, the entire hall fell silent.

Gazes with malice surrounded me.

"So it's Ms. Dixon. She abandoned Mr. Dixon in spite of his feelings, and now she's reduced to working as a waitress?"

"Poor thing, she deserves it."

"She reaps what she sows."

I didn't know who pushed me toward Zackary. He instinctively reached out but suddenly took a step back.

My body fell uncontrollably into the corner of the table, coming along with severe pain.

Blood and tears flowed out together, but I became numb.

I tried to leave without saying a word. Zackary blocked in front of me and looked down at me.

"Don't you want money? Lillianna is allergic and can't drink, so you'll help her drink."

He dragged me into the private room and had three boxes of wine stacked all over the table.

"Thirty thousand dollars a bottle, I'll give you as much as you drink."

Lillianna pushed the bottle in front of me.

"Drink it. Don't try to fool us."

I ignored her and stared at Zackary's gloomy face, laughing lightly.

"You really want me to drink?"

He looked slightly stunned and froze in shock.