Chapter 388

Three days later, Yuna was moved from the recovery room. There were no signs of rejection, no discomfort—her recovery progressed faster than even Nate anticipated.

“It seems someone else’s heart suits her perfectly,” Lena remarked with admiration.

“Maybe the heart’s original owner wasn’t quite ready to leave yet,” I joked, holding a bouquet of fresh flowers.

The thought lingered, so I leaned closer to Lena and whispered, “Do you know anything about the donor?”

Lena gave me a quick, sideways glance. “That’s confidential.”

I knew that, of course. I wasn't prying—simply amazed that someone's sacrifice had saved Yuna's life. Such selflessness is rare.

The recovery room door swung open, and Yuna was wheeled out. Although Hayden and I had visited several times, seeing her leave that room felt profoundly different. This wasn't just exiting a recovery room; it marked the beginning of her new life, a life of health.

“Hayden! Keira! Lena!” Yuna squealed, her voice high-pitched with excitement.

Hayden hugged her, giving her a gentle pat on the head. I handed her the bouquet, then embraced her. “Congratulations on your new beginning.” Lena stepped forward, shaking Yuna’s hand firmly. “Keep pushing forward—your future awaits.”

Yuna nodded, tears filling her eyes. She had been so strong, even before surgery. But now, given a second chance, she allowed herself to cry. These weren't tears of fear, but tears of rebirth, like a newborn's first cry.

Half a month after Yuna’s transplant, the amusement park was set to open. The invitation came from Wayne.

“Rea, you’re not going to back out, are you?” Wayne asked.

I’d made my decision. “No, I won’t.”

The park's opening also marked my farewell—a farewell to RiverwayeCorp, to everything connected to Jace and our past. From now on, I would look only forward, leaving the past behind.

“Is Jace going to be there?” I asked. Since his return, he hadn't contacted me, and I had no idea what was happening. Even Lindey had fallen silent after that one phone call.

“He will,” Wayne said confidently. It was Jace’s project, after all. When the RiverwaveCorp board opposed him—suggesting the prime real estate be used for a resort or mall—Jace had insisted on the amusement park. Even though he broke my heart, I felt grateful for this.

“My parents will be there too,” Wayne added.

Hearing Matthew's name brought a wave of guilt. I'd visited him only twice since his illness.

“How’s your dad doing?” I asked.

“He’s on targeted medication and doing okay. Mostly because he doesn’t know how bad it really is, so his outlook remains positive,” Wayne said, adjusting his glasses. “The doctor says he needs to avoid stress.”

I understood. Wayne was saying my distance was best. Seeing me would upset Matthew, hindering his recovery.

“You’re looking pretty good lately,” I said, attempting to lighten the mood.

Wayne gave a soft, self-deprecating laugh. “Not too bad.”

We had little more to say, so I found an excuse to leave: Steve. He had messaged, asking me to stop by. Steve wasn't there, but his receptionist handed me an envelope containing two tickets to a game.

“You probably don’t have time for this, right?” I said to Hayden, attempting to sound casual, handing him the tickets.