The year Adrian Foster was severely injured, I called him a burden and broke up with him decisively. He was devastated, fell into despair, and even contemplated suicide. Years later, he became a renowned surgeon, determined to make me pay for what I did. Until someone begged him to restore a badly damaged body. He didn’t know that I had already faced my comeuppance. When the police found me, heavy snow was falling from the sky. They brought tools to a wasteland outside the city, digging three feet into the earth before they finally uncovered my dismembered limbs. My mother knelt beside the crime scene, crying hysterically. My best friend, Jack, stood next to her, his hands on her shoulders. “Why… why is life so unfair?” my mother wailed. “Lily, my baby…” she sobbed. Not long ago, I was a living, breathing person. Now, all my mother could see were these broken remains of her child. She was inconsolable, fainting several times. Jack took care of her until she regained consciousness. Jack scrolled through my phone, finding it filled with news about Adrian Foster. His photos, our conversations – I had kept everything. His hands trembled, and his eyes dimmed. After a long moment, tears fell onto the screen, blurring his vision. “Lily… how could you be so foolish? To go this far for him!” He knew that my greatest wish in life was to be with Adrian. He also knew that Adrian was probably the person I wanted to see most before I died. But I would never see him again. That familiar face, which now held nothing but hatred for me. I had lost my chance forever.
Adrian Foster had become an exceptionally skilled doctor. Over the years, he had established his own private hospital and become a rising star in the medical field. However, he seemed to have never truly smiled during these years, except when dealing with patients. To everyone else, he was cold and distant, maintaining an unapproachable demeanor. But in my memories, he was so different. When I first met Adrian, he was at his lowest point. I pulled him out of that dark place, only to push him back in when he was at his peak. He spent years searching for me, to no avail. Now, he remained alone. When I was alive, I had been working hard to become an excellent lawyer, fulfilling my childhood dream. Back then, I firmly believed that good deeds would be rewarded and evil punished. After my death, my soul couldn’t leave, lingering around those familiar to me. I watched as Jack, pale-faced, slowly gathered my belongings and… what was left of me, entrusted to him by my mother. Even though my body was in such a state, Jack remained loyal. He took photos of my incomplete remains with his phone. “Lily, I’m going to take you to see him,” he said. For years, I had been hiding. My parents had aged overnight, moving from place to place with me. Now that I was gone, they were struggling mentally. The only one still holding on, still fighting, was Jack. Adrian returned home late at night. Someone was standing under the streetlight in front of his villa. He wasn’t interested and drove past. Just as his car was about to enter the parking lot, the figure appeared again. The man looked haggard, hardly resembling a young person. “Who are you?” Adrian asked, maintaining his distance from this unexpected visitor. Jack, looking bitter, took out his phone and showed him the horrifying photos. “Mr. Foster, I know you’re a gifted surgeon,” he said. “If you’re willing to help, I’ll pay any price.” Adrian sneered. “Why should I help?” “You know I’m a surgeon, not a mortician.” He glanced at the photos on the phone with disgust before looking away. Jack’s expression became panicked. “Dr. Foster, you know Lily Thompson.” Hearing my name, his cold facade finally cracked. “This person… has a significant connection to Lily Thompson.” As he finished speaking, Adrian finally took a closer look at the photo. Having spent so many years with me, how could he not recognize my face? His eyes darkened, and his expression became frantic.
Unfortunately, the photo was incomplete, making it difficult to see my original appearance clearly. But the body type and other features were undeniably similar. The parking lot lights were dim. Besides shock, it was hard to discern any other emotions on Adrian’s face. After a long silence, his expression returned to its previous disdainful look as he coldly examined Jack. “Why should I help you?” he asked. “Or rather, why should I help Lily Thompson?” “Who are you to her? Why are you here begging on her behalf? Why isn’t she here herself?” “It’s disgusting.” I had disappeared for so many years, only to suddenly reappear in such a manner. He couldn’t accept it, thinking it must be some kind of sick joke. As he was about to drive away, closing the car window, Jack stuck his hand in, getting it caught. “Please, I’m begging you,” Jack pleaded. “I’ll do anything if you’ll help. Please, restore this body!” Jack had always been a bright person. But now, he was willing to repeatedly beg an unrelated person for my sake. This man who hated me, who probably wished I was dead, and Jack was bearing his anger without a word of complaint. “You’ll really do anything?” Adrian asked. At this point, no amount of conditions could sway him. Jack, unwilling to further taint this relationship, could only repeat his plea. Adrian suddenly had a change of heart. With a hint of mockery, he rolled down the window. “Fine,” he said. “Make her kneel before me and beg for forgiveness.” “I want her on her knees.” “I want her to pay for her past mistakes!”
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