He Gave Me 99 Surgeries for His First Love, the 100th Killed Me Chapter 10

He Gave Me 99 Surgeries for His First Love, the 100th Killed Me Chapter 10

Nathaniel ignored her completely. Even when she stumbled and fell, he kept pulling her along.

The moment he let go, she scrambled up.

But as soon as she was on her feet, she came face-to-face with my black-and-white memorial photo.

Dark and eerie.

She screamed, stumbled backward, and fell again.

This was my funeral hall.

White funeral banners rustled in the draft.

Cecilia stared in terror, eyes wide.

“How did she… die…?”

He gave a cold laugh. “You tell me.”

“That’s impossible… she was always fine before…” She scrambled to her feet.

She spotted the casket in the center of the hall and lunged at it, reaching for the lid.

“It might just be pseudo-death-I need to do an autopsy…”

Nathaniel grabbed her wrist and flung her away.

“I’m sorry, Elena-for disturbing you.” He gently stroked the coffin’s surface.

Cecilia slammed against the wall and coughed up blood.

“CeCe, what are you panicking for?” He turned to look at her, eyes like they were staring at a corpse.

“You know she’s dead. There’s no way I’ll let you off-right?”

The chill in his voice froze her to the core.

Her voice was weak. “This isn’t my fault. She survived ninety-nine times-how was I supposed to know this

one would kill her?”

“Not your fault?” His glare cut into her like a blade. “Then what about faking kidney failure? What about selling my location and getting me kidnapped-is that not your fault either?”

“What…” her voice shook as she averted her gaze. “W-what are you talking about? I don’t understand…”

He scoffed. “Cecilia, playing dumb won’t help you now.”

“Did you know? You only got that sponsorship because of Elena.”

After Nathaniel’s company went public, I suggested that since we were doing well, we could sponsor underprivileged students-give back to the community.

Growing up in foster care, I knew all too well what it felt like to have no one reach out a hand.

He’d looked at me then, slid an arm around my waist.

“My Elena,” he’d said, voice low, his thumb grazing my cheek. “You’re always so kind. Your choice. I’ll provide the money. Think of it as doing our part for the community.”

Later, I was going through applications and found Cecilia’s file.

Her grades were decent. The family section read “father: gambling addict, mother: deceased.” Health: “kidney

failure.”

A life that seemed stacked against her from the start.

But the girl in the photo had fierce eyes-a stubborn refusal to lose, just like I’d been years ago.

I took that file to Nathaniel.

That was when the sponsorship began.

“Without Elena, there would be no you. But you repaid her kindness with lies-one after another,” he stepped

closer. “So tell me, don’t you deserve to die?”

“No-no…” she shook her head frantically, trying to back away, but he grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground.

Her feet left the floor, her face turning scarlet in seconds. She kicked and clawed, desperation flooding her

eyes as her grip on his fingers weakened.

His expression twisted with hatred as he watched her struggle, and didn’t let go. Instead, his grip tightened.

Not until her face went purple and her thrashing grew weak did he finally release her.

She collapsed, coughing violently.

He stood over her, watching with a faint smile.

“Don’t worry. You’re not going to die. Death is too easy for you.”

She slowly looked up at him, like he was the devil himself.

He crouched down and pressed a hand to her lower abdomen.

“You said it hurts, right? Remember what’s in there?”

Her eyes flickered with realization. “That kidney…”

“Do you want to know what it looks like now?” He took a glass jar from an assistant. “Here-take a look.”

When she saw what was inside, her pupils dilated in horror.

She knew that jar better than anyone.

The label was in her own handwriting. The date was her own.

But the stomach floating inside it had dissolved into an unrecognizable dark green sludge.

Nathaniel’s face was expressionless. “This is your retribution.”

As the meaning of his words sank in, only despair remained in her eyes.

“One rotten kidney and you’re already crumbling?” Nathaniel curled his lips, but the smile didn’t reach his

eyes.

“We’re not done yet.”

He raised a hand, and a group of people in white coats wheeled in a stretcher.

“Since you’re here at a funeral, you should show Elena some sincerity.”