Reborn After My Father Stole My Heart: This Time, You'll Pay Blood for Blood
Language: en
I died on the operating table. My father personally strapped me to it. To transplant my heart to my half-sister. In a private hospital, on a cold operating table. Looking at the chilling surgical instruments, I cried out loudly, "Dad, please, let me go." But with my hands and feet restrained, I couldn't escape. 1 A sharp pain shot through me. The doctor wanted to anesthetize me, but my father stopped him. "No need for anesthesia, just take out her heart directly." I stared at him with wide eyes, hardly believing this was my father. I watched as the doctor slowly cut open my…