Deep Love Will Last Forever

The day after Parker proposed to me, my brother's bone marrow match was successful.

On the day of the surgery, there was a heavy rainstorm in Arlington.

I couldn't drive, so I could only hope my fiancé Parker Parry would take me to the hospital.

Just a few minutes before we were supposed to leave, Parker disappeared.

I stood helplessly at the company entrance, not knowing what to do.

The streets were empty, and I couldn't even get a cab. By the time I got there, a death notice was handed to me.

My brother was dead.

I looked around helplessly and dialed Parker's number on my phone.

Parker answered just as the call was about to end.

"Your brother isn't the only one who's been sick for a long time. Lola needs me more."

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"I'm sorry, Ms. Moore. Our hospital was informed in advance and found a suitable bone marrow, but... another patient was in critical condition and needed it more urgently, so we..."

"You just decided on your own to give my brother's bone marrow to someone else?"

My eyes were red, and my voice trembled.

What usually only happens in TV dramas was now happening to me.

The bone marrow meant for my brother was taken by someone else.

"Ms. Moore, this was Mr. Parry's instruction."

The doctor sighed and left after saying that.

Mr. Parry, my fiancé Parker, was a major investor in this hospital. No one could take my brother's bone marrow without his approval.

I was already numb all over.

He had done this more than once.

He used my brother's bone marrow to threaten me, forcing me to obey, to be sensible, and to be his docile little woman.

To be his puppet.

I had thought it was just angry talk, but it turned out to be true.

I dialed his number skillfully, my questioning voice coming out immediately.

"Why did you give my brother's bone marrow to someone else?"

A rather impatient male voice came from the other end.

"It's just bone marrow. I'll get you five or even ten to make up for it, is that enough?"

He added. "Lila, don't always bother me with such trivial matters. I promised to take care of your brother, and I won't lie to you."

My hand holding the phone tightened gradually.

Then I heard a soft, familiar female voice from the other side.

"Mr. Parry, my chest still hurts. Can you massage it for me?"

It was a very familiar female voice.

"Beep... beep... beep..."

Parker hung up the phone directly.

My arms dropped weakly, and I recalled how my brother had held my hand before the surgery, wishing Parker and me a speedy marriage.

He was afraid he wouldn't get to see me in my wedding dress.

I thought he was just saying things.

But unexpectedly, it was all true.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I quietly packed my brother's belongings and sent his body for cremation.

Long before he got sick, we had chosen a plot at the cemetery on the outskirts of the city. He said he liked lying on the field covered with irises, which symbolize freedom and guardianship.

He wanted to always watch over Parker and me.

While wiping away my tears, I placed my brother's urn down and gradually covered it with soil, his smile and voice appearing vividly before my eyes.

Many years ago, I had buried my parents in the same way.

My brother always said that after his death, I wouldn't be alone.

I had Parker.

But why was I still alone now?