Within the hospital in Scotland, filled with the smell of disinfectant, a bloodied Ella was pushed into the operating room. The double doors were tightly shut, and the principal doctor, Arthur, whom she loved most, also her fiancé, stood inside.
“Arthur…” her voice weak, “First save my father, his wounds are serious.”
Arthur disdainfully shook off Ella, took a disinfectant cloth, and scrubbed his hands mercilessly. His gaze was cold as he watched the gushing blood, and a sardonic smile stretched across his face. “No,” Arthur stated flatly, shattering her pleas.
Ella looked at him in disbelief, “Arthur, what's wrong with you?”
“Ella, I'm sick and tired of you. Do you think I appreciate the small favors you provide in daily life? If it weren't for your ‘lovely’ father, I wouldn't be an orphan! Your father deserves to die, and so do you.”
Donned in a white coat, Arthur's eyes beamed with madness. “What are you talking about?” Ella asked, bewildered.
Ella's hands and feet were held down by Arthur with brute force and tied to the operating table. “Thirty-four years ago, your precious father killed my parents in a car accident. How could I possibly love you, marry you, rescue you? I hate your wealth and influence. I resent your phony charity. What goes around, comes around. Your father's dead, and soon, you will be too. I'll be the rightful General Manager of Total Care Pharmaceutical. Your houses, properties, and companies will all belong to me, Arthur.”
“No! Arthur, there must be a misunderstanding! How could my father have run over your parents? He's so kind-hearted, he even donated to several Hope Primary Schools…”
Arthur suddenly broke into laughter, only to stop abruptly to seize Ella's throat. His crazy face twitched, eyes glaring. “He's a hypocrite! If my parents hadn't shielded me, I would've died as well. In the end, your father only let the insurance company pay some compensation. Two lives worth only two hundred thousand. I used to have a happy family, but I became an orphan, all because of you.”
A flow of memories hit Ella like a truck. She suddenly remembered, that when she was eight years old, her father came back from a business trip and hit a tricycle. The tricycle was driving against the traffic, costing two lives and harming a child, yet her dad was guilt-ridden and devastated.
“You were that little boy…”
“Yes, that was me.”
“But Dad, I send you money every month—cough, cough—”
Arthur tightened his grip, and Ella struggled to breathe, his face flushed, “That measly sum can't make up for what I've lost, I hate you!”
A choking sensation overwhelmed him. Ella writhed, and his wound started spewing fresh blood, staining the pristine surgical table.
“Arthur, let go,” a familiar voice rang out. Arthur let go of his hand. Opening his eyes, Ella found Lisa, her half-sister from a different mother, dressed in a dress.
“Lisa, please save Papa—”
Lisa gave a dismissive glance at Ella. With a seductive sway, she walked over to Arthur's left, and planted her lips on his, broadcasting a passionate kiss for Ella's viewing.
“You, you two—”
“I love Arthur, and Arthur loves me.”
Lisa, panting and smirking, looked triumphantly at Ella. Arthur, brazenly touching her chest, showed no restraint.
The two stopped after a while, both of them looking at Ella.
“Edgar Davies is not my father, I won't save him—”
“How is he, not your father, your name is Davies too, his blood runs through your veins—”
“Scoff, my father, is Miles Davies, our day will only come when your dad dies. To tell you the truth, we planned this car accident.”
“My dad was so good to you, you ungrateful wretch, your mother is a cheap…”
Enraged, Ella spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Arthur, my aunt's wife needs two kidneys because of uremia, my immediate aunt next door has liver disease and lacks a good liver, and my heart has angina. Can we use hers?”
“Okay, let's use hers,” in the closed operating room, Arthur picked up the syringe.
Lisa held Arthur's hand, “Anesthesia will affect the organs, just directly harvest them.”
“You dare, this is murder,” Ella struggled violently. Nonetheless, her hands and feet were bound, she couldn't break free, she could only watch with her eyes wide open as Arthur held the surgical knife and walked towards her. She raved, “I have already signed the organ donation papers for your fiancé. I don't love you at all, the only person I love is Lisa. Enjoy the experience of what feels like life and death.”
“Yes, Ella. I will make good use of your heart for my love for Arthur. Your liver and kidneys can still sell for some money. Go and accompany your despicable parents to hell.”
Hatred… She was full of hatred…
Ella shook violently, fresh blood kept gushing out. The scalpel cut through her flesh, one cut after another lacerating her lean body, blood splashing out in waves, splattering onto the cold tiles.
She was in so much pain, every part of her hurt.
When her kidney was removed, Ella went unconscious from the pain, and woke up from the pain when her liver was taken, and when her heart was taken. She couldn't stand the pain and twitched once on the operating table, dying.
Her broken body was soaked in blood in the resuscitation room filled with disinfectant water, her eyeballs were burst out.
Hatred…she was full of hatred…
If there is a next life, everything will be repaid…
