Saturday, 23 May 2020



Season 2

Episode 98

(You've been lying to me)

"M country?" Intrigued, Jacob's eyes widened. All of a sudden, there was a fire in his eyes, that had been reignited. He asked,"Are you sure?"    
David sounded extremely calm, without any change in his tone. He said,"I am not sure, but you might as well go and look, right? It's better than doing nothing at all."    

For once, Jacob had to admit, David was talking sense. As long as there was hope, even if it were false, he would not let it go.  

"Thank you very much,"  replied Jacob. As Jacob was about to hang up the phone, David decided to open up his feelings to him.    

"Jacob, even when you did not respect our friendship before, I still gave you information about Emily. 

Don't you have anything to say to me now?" he asked Jacob. 

However, this time, David's approach was not as aggressive or offensive as before. He sounded concerned. "Do you see what it's like when you can't find Emily? You should know by now how I felt when I couldn't find Rita and my child."    

The implication in his words were obvious. To put it plainly - I told you the whereabouts of Emily. 

Therefore, by reciprocity, you should give me some information about Rita.  

"That's different,"  Jacob replied slowly. He continued,"Rita and her son is safe. You don't need to worry about them, but I don't even know if Emily is dead or alive."    

David instantly lost his temper. "So you know where she is? I knew it! Jacob, sometimes I really want to strangle you!" he said.    

"You wouldn't be able to beat me,"  Jacob teased, arrogantly.    

David shook his head, finding it hard to come up with the right words to respond. Unbelievable! David was so annoyed. He wanted to bash his own head against the wall.  

After a few seconds of silence, Jacob spat out two words,"Chuan City." as if they were handouts.    

Still drunk with anger, David did not catch what Jacob had said. "What? Wait, what did you say? Hey..."    

"Pat!" Jacob didn't feel the need to say anything more to David. As soon as he was done, he slammed the phone down, leaving David hanging on the other side of the call.    

'Fuck! What on earth did he say?' 

"Call the technical department to come over right away, and give me the recording of my last call!" David ordered.  

David had finally learned Rita's exact location within moments after Jacob's phone call. He hurried there, wasting no time delaying, while Jacob also went to M Country to continue his search for Emily. 

The two men did not want to delay for even just a second. They just wanted to find their significant other as soon as possible!    


M country, at the intensive care unit of St. Li hospital.    

"Victor, please send Emily back home. I don't want her heart,"  Anne pleaded. She had grown tired of begging Victor, but every time she mentioned it, she was ignored. 

Frustrated and annoyed, she asserted,"If you continue to ignore me, I will never talk to you again!"  

In an instant, Victor's eyes shifted from the magazine in his hand. He looked up at Anne and said,"Not a chance."    

Although his tone sounded gentle and soft, Anne felt a wave of cold, harshness in it. "You're forcing her to do something she doesn't want to,"  she said.    

"It's a matter of great honour for her that she can be of help to you,"  replied Victor.    

"It's not!" she screamed. Anne stood up suddenly, and looked directly into Victor's eyes and said,"Now tell me this. If Emily gives her heart to me, what will happen to her? Huh? Answer me! What will happen to her?"  

Nevertheless, Victor maintained his calm disposition. He stood up and gently sat Anne back on her seat, and said,"I will find another heart. If not, an artificial heart can also keep her alive. She will be no different from normal people."    

"You are lying to me! You have been lying to me all along. You have been lying to me ever since you said that Emily was terminally ill! I don't know if I can believe you anymore. If what you're saying is true, why don't you use the artificial heart on me?"    

Victor was momentarily stunned. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but he was struggling to find the words.  

Yes, he was lying to Anne. In his heart, only Anne's life was important, and the lives of other people meant nothing to him at all.    
Having seen the unresponsive expression in Victor's face, Anne seemed to have understood everything. "I would rather die, than live at the cost of another innocent person's life!" Anne said adamantly.    
What honor? Nobody wanted the honor at the cost of his or her own life!    

Victor, however, did not take Anne's words seriously. He pretended like he hadn't heard her as he slyly shifted the topic. "By the way, the chef at home has baked a new type of strawberry cake. It tastes really good. I can bring some for you tomorrow, if you want..."  

"Who wants to eat your strawberry cake!" she yelled.    

"Don't be so emotional, okay?" he said. Victor softened his voice, and reached out to brush her long soft hair, but she moved away from him.    
Anne shut her lips, as the anger in her eyes flared up. "Victor, please let her go. I do not want her heart!" she persisted.    

Anne knew that if she was not stern enough about her opinion, Victor would not take a single word from her seriously. He would just give her a perfunctory nod and avoid her.  

"Stop horsing around!" Victor said, and his face turned glum. However, nobody could make him change his mind. "Someday you will know that everything I did was only for your own good,"  said Victor.    

"You always say that you are doing it for my good, but is the good in your perspective really good for me? Have you ever thought about how I feel? Do I not have the freedom to make my own decisions for myself?"    

"Anne, I can promise you anything else,"  he said. Victor lowered his head and looked into her deep, hopeful eyes. He reached out and stroked her pale, white skin. "... Anything, but this,"  said Victor.  

Anne looked back into his eyes, and said slowly,"You should respect me, and respect Emily. Neither of us want this."    

Victor's fingers gently brushed against her delicate skin. He asked,"Do you know how much time and energy I have spent looking for the right match for your heart? I spent a lot of energy on Emily; I even fell out with my best friend. 

Finally, God shined his light upon me and put her into my hands.    

Anne, It's providence, you know?  

Everything I have done is to keep you alive, and that's all that matters,"  said Victor. He had put his foot down on the matter.    

To this end, he was willing to pay the price, no matter what it would cost him.    

"I think you are the most selfish person,"  she said. Anne pushed his hand aside. As her expression became colder and colder, she continued,"I have to live, only because you want me to live. 

Do you know what kind of life I have been living for the past twenty years? I've been living in pain. All my life. Pain. In the end, I have to watch helplessly as some innocent person's heart gets transferred to me. 

Only so I can live to keep you happy. Yet I would have to live with the guilt on my conscience for the rest of my life. Victor, may be you can do it, but I can't live like that!"  

Anne's words condensed and fashioned itself into a dagger that pierced through Victor's icy, cold heart, making it difficult for him to utter words. "Don't say such things... Please..." he pleaded.    

"Victor, Victor, I am sorry, I am really tired..."    

Anne's body had grown weaker over the years. In order to stay alive, she had to take injections and medicines everyday, as she endured severe pains from her ailments and numerous open stomach surgeries... 

In her perspective, good health was an extravagant luxury she was not blessed with.  

People's endurance is limited, Anne felt that she may have reached that limit. Even if she wanted to struggle, it would not help.    

"Victor, I really need to get some rest, some real peaceful rest. I'm really tired and I don't want to think about anything. I just want to eat strawberry cakes all day..." whispered Anne.    

The last brick that had kept Victor's wall of strength standing high for so long had finally been crushed. His bottled up emotions had burst out from within like flood water. He pressed Anne's lips to stop her from talking anymore, as he refused to listen to her desperate words, hacking away at his heart.




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