Part 3Husband Faked His Death After Winning Millions – I Made It Real

“Jazz, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you,” I said softly, wiping my tears.

“I understand, sister-in-law. I don’t blame you.”

“Although Blake is gone, I want him to live on in another way.” I looked tenderly at Blake’s “corpse.”

Jazz looked puzzled, “Sister-in-law, what do you mean?”

I took out my phone and called the hospital’s organ donation office. “Yes, it’s my husband, he just passed away. I want to donate his organs to those in need.”

Upon hearing this, Jazz turned pale.

A slight oversight.

They never expected me to donate his organs.

“Sister-in-law, how can you unilaterally decide to donate Blake’s organs?” Jazz asked, anxious, sweating profusely.

“I’m his wife. I have that right.”

“Blake is dead, but you’re still tampering with his corpse. This is really disheartening.”

I frowned, confused, “Jazz, you’re a doctor. How could you say such a thing? My husband is dead, but his organs can still save many people. As a doctor, don’t you have that level of awareness?”

After hearing this, he became dazed, his face pale.

The organ donation doctor was upstairs. He quickly entered the room, saw me, and tightly held my hand, moved: “Ma’am, thank you for supporting the medical field. Here’s the donation agreement. Please sign it.”

I quickly signed.

Jazz, sweating and panicked, said, “Blake’s mother hasn’t agreed to the donation yet. According to regulations, if even one direct relative refuses, the donation cannot proceed.”

“Jazz, my mother-in-law is a person of great integrity. Besides, Blake told me when he was alive that if he ever dies, he would donate his organs to those in need. Blake has always been a kind-hearted person. I must help him fulfill his last wishes.”

“When did Blake ever say that?” Jazz questioned.

“Do we have to tell you every single thing between us, Jazz?” I retorted.

He was speechless.

“My husband died of a heart attack. Except for his heart, all other organs can be donated—his eyes, organs, bones, skin—give them all to those in need. The remaining skeleton can be donated to the medical university for practice or research.”

“Ma’am, your generosity is truly touching. To be honest, there’s an 18-year-old girl urgently needing a kidney transplant, and a child needs a cornea…”

During our conversation, Jazz grabbed his phone and walked out of the room, likely urging my mother-in-law to come quickly.

“That’s urgent. Hurry and push my husband away. Extract the organs immediately. Every minute counts; any delay could cause the organs to deteriorate.” I maintained a noble expression.

The donation doctor pushed the bed outside.

“Can’t leave!” Jazz blocked the door, sweating profusely, forehead dripping with cold sweat.

“Dr. Collins, what are you doing?” The donation doctor was puzzled.

“Jazz, please step aside. If the donation is delayed, my husband’s last wishes cannot be fulfilled.” I scolded him.

“Blake actually… Anyway, he can’t leave… sister-in-law, I’m begging you.” Jazz was frantic, almost revealing the truth.

“Dr. Collins, please don’t interfere with my work.” The donation doctor pulled his face.

“Dr. Reed, Blake’s mother hasn’t arrived yet. Sister-in-law, no matter what, you need to let your mother-in-law see Blake one last time.” Jazz insisted.

“First, extract the organs, then it’s not too late to see him. You heard what was said earlier, there are patients waiting for organ transplants. Saving lives is like saving from a fire; no time to waste.”

“I heard what this family member said too, Dr. Collins, please step aside, or I’ll report you to the dean.” Dr. Reed snapped.

“Scarlett Monroe, you wicked woman, your son just passed away, and you want to dismember him for his organs? I won’t spare you.” My mother-in-law burst into the room, furious.