"I read through all the information my dad searched for, and then I discovered that according to the law, only when a person is brain dead can their direct relatives sign the consent form for a heart transplant. I suspected that my dad was deliberately trying to kill me to take my heart and give it to his biological son."
Ye Xingbei felt a chill down her spine and instinctively grasped Gu Junzhu's hand.
When saying these words, Huo Zhongqi remained very calm.
Throughout, his voice was slow and steady, sweet and soothing.
Like a clear stream flowing through the mountains, there was no excitement, no sadness, no fear, giving a sense of leisurely ease and freedom.
There was no extraneous expression on his face, just serenity and a touch of natural laziness, like a cat basking in the sun in the afternoon.
Calm as if telling a little story for after-meal tea and snacks.
Ye Xingbei couldn't find the words to describe how she felt at this moment.
