Chapter 4After I Died for My Wife's Brother, She Went Mad

There was no doubt.

I lost the bet.

I floated in the air, sarcastically watching the tears of joy below.

Zoila Jenkins finally got what she wanted, and my heart was given to her beloved brother.

"Brother, that's great... you can finally go rock climbing, your favorite activity."

Rock climbing.

It turned out that the extreme sports that Zoila often took me to do were the things that Ray Jenkins had always dreamed of.

Zoila was really cunning since she had prepared everything in advance for her brother.

Even my heart, covered by blood, had been prepared by her in advance to adapt to the rhythm of extreme sports for him.

It was really a deep sibling bond.

"It's thanks to this person who had a car accident, otherwise I would have to use Joseph Louise's heart..."

Zoila whispered, but I accurately caught her words.

"What?"

She didn't know that I was the one who donated the heart to Ray?

I never expected that I had given my life, but I couldn't even let them get my name

I only felt desolate in my heart, and for the first time, I hated the seven emotions and six desires of human beings.

"Yes, Zoila, I know how much you have sacrificed for this heart. But now, everything can be over.

"It can also be considered a good ending."

Not only me, but Ray also heard Zoila's whisper.

He looked at Zoila with concern, and his few words ended the relationship between us.

"Huh, he was lucky to provide his heart for my brother! Otherwise, I wouldn't even spare a glance at that old man!

"You how, I've been suffering a lot to live with him all these years."

Zoila didn't hesitate to slander me.

I didn't expect that all the moments we spent together meant nothing to her.

"Brother, you should know how much effort I put in to make him have a healthy body! He always lingered in his bed every morning, and he would never get up if I didn't say I would pick him up from work. And he loved to have junk food every day, which was so unhealthy! All this made me feel so worried."

When it came to me, Zoila seemed to never stop complaining.

But for some reason, I could hear a hint of sweetness in these complaints.

I shook my head, thinking that I must have been hit stupid since I didn't think it to be possible.

After all, she approached me and took care of me just to make her brother have a healthy heart.

Ray Jenkins, whose face suddenly changed, interrupted his wife who was still talking incessantly.

"Sister, it hurts..."

Her brother, who had never showed any vulnerability, suddenly showed weakness, making her even more distressed.

"Brother, I knew this heart is not as good as Joseph's because I don't know where that person came from. His heart is not as healthy as Joseph's after I supervised every day... Come on."

As I watched Zoila who seemed to be crying or laughing, I felt a sharp pain in my heart. You didn't expect that this heart is the one you have always dreamed of, right?

My wife hurriedly called the doctor in, but secretly slipped out of the ward.

I followed her, wanting to see what could make her give up on her brother who was being rescued and she still had to go to do something.

My wife stood outside the ward, took out her phone, and kept dialing.

I floated over and saw that it was my number.

The line was not through, so she opened WhatsApp and kept making voice calls.

This was the first time I have made Zoila so anxious to find me.

In the past, it was always me who kept looking for my wife, and she kept rejecting my calls.

She always wanted to find me as soon as possible, but she always had reasons for not answering my phone.

Perhaps this was what they called double standards.

Seeing that I didn't answer her calls, Zoila kept muttering viciously.

"Joseph Louise, how dare you not answer my call? Don't think that everything will be find when you don't need to donate a heart to my brother, you must know that you will always be the source of his heart!"

I smiled bitterly in the air, thinking that it was not that I didn't want to answer, but I simply didn't have the chance to do that.

If I had the chance, I really wanted to answer the call and ask her.

I wanted to ask her what our relationship was.