"How could this happen?"

Lily murmured, "Things weren't supposed to be like this..."

Adam let out a cold smirk.

Was that even a question?

Don't ask!

"No, no! He's not okay at all!"

As the crowd fell silent, a voice filled with suppressed anger suddenly rang out from not far away.

It was Dr. Miranda Bailey—nicknamed "The Nazi"—yelling at a group of obvious "Death Baby Derby" racers.

"He deliberately threw himself at full speed onto the concrete road!"

Seeing that the group remained unfazed, still grinning and joking around, Dr. Bailey grew even angrier. She pointed at them and shouted, "I know you punks, with your piercings, tattoos, and drug habits, think you're indestructible! If you want to throw yourselves onto the pavement and die, be my guest!

Go ahead!

But other people still need to walk, drive, and survive on that road. Today, because of your madness, two people died, and countless others were severely or lightly injured!"

"Dr. Bailey."

Meredith quickly intervened, worried that Bailey's outburst would get her in trouble.

Dr. Bailey took a deep breath, realizing she had lost her temper. She cast one last cold glance at the racers before turning and walking away.

Watching her leave, Adam felt his previous irritation—caused by her refusing to let him into the operating room—completely dissipate.

In this entire hospital, she was the only one bold enough to openly berate those reckless racers.

That kind of courage earned Adam's respect.

Even if her words had no real effect—the racers clearly remained unmoved.

"You guys should go check on Barney."

After saying this to Lily and the others, Adam also turned to leave.

He still had unfinished business.

In the Operating Room

A large group of medical staff had gathered.

Dr. Burke was leading the procedure. First, he carefully removed the heart from the brain-dead patient. Then, one by one, he extracted other organs. Each time an organ was taken out, a staff member stepped forward with a refrigerated container to collect it.

Once the heart, lungs, liver, kidneys, corneas, and several patches of skin had been removed, Dr. Burke stepped away, leaving only Liz and the deceased with an open chest cavity in the operating room.

"Liz?"

Cristina paused, looking at Liz in surprise.

"I want to stitch him up—for his family."

Liz picked up a suturing needle.

A flicker of sorrow crossed Cristina's eyes as she recalled the man's wife and daughter crying in despair. She hesitated, then chose to stay.

"I'll do it."

Adam pushed the door open and entered. "My sutures are a little better."

Liz and Cristina exchanged glances before silently stepping aside.

In this atmosphere, even someone as competitive as Cristina had no desire to fight for the task. They both knew Adam's suturing skills were superior.

Adam did his best, meticulously stitching up the deceased, ensuring he was restored to the most dignified state possible.

In the Hospital Lobby

After the surgery, Adam found the deceased's wife and daughter in the lobby. He spoke gently, "Mrs. Davidson, if you'd like to see him, he's ready."

Mrs. Davidson forced a smile, took her young daughter's hand, and followed Adam to the operating room.

The moment she saw her husband lying lifeless on the surgical table, she could no longer hold back her grief. Clutching her daughter, she broke down in uncontrollable sobs.

That very morning, they had kissed each other goodbye before he left. Their daughter had playfully clung to her father, their life filled with happiness.

But within just a few hours, she received the devastating news. Now, death had torn them apart forever.

She had lost the love of her life.

Her daughter had lost the father who adored her.

Their mortgage and car payments were still unpaid.

She was just a housewife—how could she support their daughter alone?

Soon, the bank would repossess their home and car, leaving them homeless.

Though she had agreed to donate her husband's organs out of goodwill, a part of her decision was also driven by the harsh reality of funeral costs.

A funeral, including a burial plot, would cost at least $10,000 to $20,000. But by donating his organs or opting for cremation, she could save a significant amount of money.

It was a bitter truth—dying was expensive.

However, as a Christian, she believed in burial traditions.

In the end, Mrs. Davidson couldn't bring herself to cremate her husband or donate his entire body. She decided to give him a proper funeral, no matter the cost.

Her daughter needed a chance to say goodbye to her father.

Thinking of this, she couldn't stop crying.

Adam stood quietly beside them.

He knew that no words could ease their pain—only tears could bring even the slightest relief.

He had already asked his assistant to investigate the Davidson family's situation, and now, he understood their struggles even more.

A Phone Call

Just then, Mrs. Davidson's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Mrs. Davidson? This is the Ellis Charity Foundation. We were deeply saddened to hear about your husband's passing."

"Thank you. Why are you calling me?"

"Our foundation selects families for assistance each year, and we've learned about your situation.

After review, we've decided to include your family in this year's donation program. We will provide you with a $50,000 charity grant to help cover funeral expenses and support your living costs for a while.

Additionally, if you're interested in finding work, we can offer job training and help you secure employment."

Mrs. Davidson was stunned. She couldn't believe such good fortune was suddenly being offered to her. Clutching her daughter tightly, she hesitated, "Is there... any catch?"

"None at all. Please don't worry—we are a legitimate charity organization. You can verify our credentials at City Hall before deciding whether to accept our assistance. One of our representatives will reach out to you soon."

"Thank you!"

Realizing it wasn't a scam and that no unreasonable conditions were attached, Mrs. Davidson felt overwhelmed. Perhaps her husband's spirit was watching over them, pleading with God to send them a blessing. Choking up, she repeatedly expressed her gratitude.

In Western culture, where many people are religious, this kind of "miracle and hope" could bring immense comfort.

Her husband must have been "worthy" in God's eyes—surely, he had made it to heaven.

That thought alone provided her with some solace.

"Congratulations."

Adam, standing beside her, smiled warmly.

"Thank you."

Tears streamed down Mrs. Davidson's face as she held her daughter close.

Grief and joy, so closely intertwined.

A Quiet Call

Adam smiled as he left, stepping into a secluded area before dialing a number.

"Thank you, Caroline."

On the other end of the line, his ex-girlfriend—"America's Female Captain," Caroline Ellis—chuckled. "I should be the one thanking you."

"Thanks to your donation, we can help even more people."

Adam smirked.

With Caroline's integrity and professionalism, she was the perfect person to quietly channel his donations to those in need.

All he had to do was send the money.

"Come visit sometime?"

Caroline extended the invitation.

"Would that be appropriate?"

Adam teased.

There was a pause before Caroline replied seriously, "The doors of the Ellis Manor will always be open for you."