I thought, Well, my silly Bianca, you are too naive. Otherwise, you wouldn't be unaware of how he deceived you.
Wayne chimed in quickly.
"There's no need to rush. Griffin cared a lot about his image. He probably wouldn't want to be a body donor for students to observe."
I glanced at Wayne, took Bianca's hand, and comforted her gently.
"Bianca, Griffin is already dead. Even if his body isn't donated, it will be cremated. Instead of that, why not let him contribute to his alma mater? I remember he often said he wanted to do that. As a teacher, he would surely want his body to have its final value."
After these words, I glanced at Wayne secretly.
Seeing that Wayne was getting restless, I knew he was involved in Griffin's fake death. Sensing it was a perfect chance, I paused and then said, "But I don't think Griffin is dead."
Before I could say something more, Wayne suddenly panicked.
"What do you mean? Are you questioning my professionalism as a doctor? Griffin was my good friend since childhood. If he wasn't dead, would I lie about it?
"If you don't believe me, you can check for yourselves."