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The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 250
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Chapter 252 The moment Sawyer saw Holbrook's lifeless body, he broke down completely. With a heavy thud, he dropped to his knees at his father's side, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Dad." His eyes were red, hands trembling so badly he couldn't even bring himself to lift the sheet covering Holbrook's face.

A doctor in a white coat walked over and placed a gentle hand on Sawyer's shoulder. "Mr. Iverson, I'm truly sorry for your loss." He paused, then took a piece of paper from his assistant and handed it to Sawyer. "By the way, your father donated his heart before he passed. This is the donation certificate." "What?" At those words, Sawyer's expression changed instantly.

He snatched the paperwork and scanned it. The signature was unmistakably his father's.

This time, without hesitating, Sawyer yanked back the sheet covering Holbrook's chest and leaned in. Where his father's heart should have been, there was only a hollow cavity.

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"No. No way. My father would never agree to donate his organs." Sawyer stumbled back several steps, shaking his head in disbelief, though his eyes shone with fierce certainty.

The doctor sighed. "Mr. Iverson, I know this is hard to accept, but it's the truth. Your father signed this donation form himself. It was entirely voluntary." "You liars!" Sawyer's face went cold as ice. He lunged, wrapping his hands around the doctor's throat, squeezing tighter with every word. "You bastards-what did you do to my father?" Sawyer's conviction was absolute. Holbrook would never have signed such an agreement—because all his life, he'd repeated the sthing: If I die, I want to go whole.

Sawyer remembered years ago, back in college, when he'd insisted on signing up as an organ donor. His father had stormed into the hospital, broken several of Sawyer's ribs, and absolutely forbade it.

Now, the doctor was choking for breath, his face turning red. Finally, orderlies rushed in and managed to pry Sawyer off him.

"Giveback my father!" Sawyer shouted, his face contorted with grief and fury.

The doctor, still gasping, glared at Sawyer. A twisted smile flickered across his lips, a glint of malice in his eyes. "Mr. Iverson, I have no idea what you're talking about." "Sawyer, you'd better face reality. You're no longer the untouchable Mr. Iverson. In fact, you're no different from a fish on the chopping block-just waiting for someone to carve you up." In the end, Sawyer never got the justice he wanted for his father.

A few days later, Sawyer organized Holbrook's funeral.

When the service was over, he threw himself into investigating what really happened to his father.

The Iverson family might have gone bankrupt, but Sawyer still had a few resources left. Digging up the truth wasn't beyond him.

After two days of relentless searching, he finally found a clue.

Holbrook had first been admitted to one hospital, then transferred to another. Both were owned by the sman-Havencrest's notorious Mr. Goldberg.

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Goldberg had a reputation for ruthlessness. Years ago, he'd run with the city's criminal underworld, ve. his hands sta hands stained with more than a little blood. Only recently had he cleaned up his act and opened two private hospitals. Both hospitals had one thing in common: they catered exclusively to the wealthy.

If you were poor, you didn't even make it through the door.

In fact, just a few years ago, Goldberg's hospitals had accepted both rich and poor patients-until a scandal hit the news.

It started when a boy from a struggling family needed routine treatment for a minor kidneyo M problem But at the hospital, the doctors insisted on a transplant. The boy died on the operating table; his kidney was never replaced, and he lost his life. Whispers spread online that the boy's kidney went straight to a powerful, well- connected businessman.

After the incident, the hospital announced it would no longer take S. At poor patients. At least that was the official story. What they did behind closed doors-who they targeted, what shady business they conducted no one really knew.