No reconciliation, no forgiveness! Mr. Pei leaves with nothing.

Imperial City

Hospital, intensive care unit.

Nurse: "Ms. Jiang, I'm sorry, we still haven't found a suitable heart donor for you. Your hospital fees have also expired. Do you have any other guardians?"

Jiang Hua has congenital heart disease and underwent two heart transplants in her early years.

The Jiang family, once the most powerful family in the capital, has long since fallen into decline.

Not to mention that after the divorce, Jiang Hua, who was left with nothing, was able to afford to find a suitable heart donor.

Six months ago, Jiang Hua received a critical condition diagnosis notice from the hospital; her heart failure was already in its late stages.

That day, Jiang Hua had just found out...

Her husband of eight years used his power to seize another woman and keep her by his side at all costs.

He had been secretly keeping her as a mistress for eight years.

They also have a lively and lovely child.

They housed her in a luxurious manor villa that was more than ten stories high, with a dozen servants attending to her and countless bodyguards guarding her inside and out, as if they were afraid she would run away.

Pei Zhan doted on her like a princess in a fairy tale, giving her a level of affection that Jiang Hua had never received before.

Pei Zhan truly loved her to the extreme, as if... he wished he could offer her all the beautiful things in the world with both hands.

As Mrs. Pei, Jiang Hua had never received such treatment before; she felt utterly humiliated…

Jiang Hua was like a thief, or even more like a dark, shadowy rat in the sewers, spying on 'her' happiness and envying everything she had.

She wanted to see what kind of girl Pei Zhan loved.

After learning of 'her' existence, Jiang Hua developed severe depression.

She thought that as long as she was a sensible and obedient wife, he would come back to her.

But... in his final moments, Pei Zhan offered no explanation for her existence, only leaving Jiang Hua with a divorce agreement...

Actually, that night she wanted to tell him that as long as he didn't leave, she wouldn't mind Song Qingran's existence!

Pei Zhan slammed the door and left. The reason for the divorce was simply because Song Qingran knew about her existence.

She was unwilling to accept being the other woman.

Perhaps that's why Pei Zhan wanted to divorce her, just to give her a proper status.

Jiang Hua's heart was severely stimulated, and she fell into a coma. When she opened her eyes, she was already in the hospital.

She was very ill!

She thought that once he was cured, Pei Zhan would change his mind, so…

Jiang Hua has not signed the divorce agreement.

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Hua grew thinner and thinner, knowing that her illness was incurable.

Now, she can only rely on machines and lie in her hospital bed, barely clinging to life.

Actually... Jiang Hua's late-stage heart failure meant she was no longer a suitable candidate for a third heart transplant.

People's Hospital.

On the operating table in the hospital.

"Ms. Jiang, you lost too much blood in the car accident, and the baby may not survive. I hope you can be mentally prepared."

Who is speaking?

The voice in Jiang Hua's ear was somewhat indistinct, making it difficult to hear what he was saying, and her vision was also blurry.

After an unknown amount of time, the anesthesia took effect, and Jiang Hua fell into a deep sleep.

After the abortion procedure, Jiang Hua was wheeled into the ward.

It's the third day since Jiang Hua fell into a coma after her car accident.

Twelve o'clock in the morning.

After the anesthetic wore off, Jiang Hua vaguely smelled a strong, unpleasant odor of disinfectant. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the dim light from the bedside lamp shining on the ceiling. She stared blankly at the black figure on the ceiling, lost in thought.

"Awake?" A deep, familiar male voice sounded in my ear.

Jiang Hua slowly looked over, and she froze.

"Pei Zhan?!" Jiang Hua didn't know what to feel before she called out his name.

"Hmm?" the man responded in a deep voice.

"I...I'm not dead?"

She's clearly dead, so why... is she still alive?

"You'll be fine."

Pei Zhan wore a gray shirt with a black suit jacket draped over his arm. He was calm and collected, with a hint of coldness in his demeanor. His aura gave off a sense of indifference and detachment. His gloomy eyes looked at her without any warmth. He stood by the hospital bed, and even when he spoke, it was as if he were facing a complete stranger.

Because the man in front of her didn't love her at all!

Perhaps the only person he loves is…