“Auntie, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Sue from now on. You can rest in peace.”
Her mom’s eyes widened in terror, watching as Irwin, holding a scalpel, slowly stepped closer.
Then—just like that—he cut her open and ripped her heart out.
She died right there on the operating table.
She didn’t even close her eyes. Her last moments were filled with nothing but worry and love for Sue.
Sue pressed a trembling hand over her mouth, her whole body shaking.
“No… Why?! I already gave her my heart! Irwin, why did you have to kill my mom too?!”
Her already pale face turned ghostly white. She bit her lip so hard it split open, blood trickling down her chin.
Mavy, however, just laughed and said, “Because if she stayed alive, people would find out that Irwin faked the surgery.”
The video kept playing, but Sue had seen enough.
She gritted her teeth, forced herself to endure the pain, and synced the video to her phone. Then she rushed home.
There was no way Irwin had covered his tracks completely.
She searched the study for hours before finally finding it—the surgery consent form she had unknowingly signed five years ago.
That was all Irwin had ever needed from her. Just a signed consent form.