Rhea said, "Mom, you already owe me so much. You must save me this time!"That crying voice unquestionably shattered my fantasies.I turned around in shock and saw Rhea struggling to stand up from her wheelchair. She was trembling as she threw herself into Mom's embrace!It was then that I could get a clear look at Rhea's body—even with Rhea's mother's meticulous care, she was still tormented by her illness and looked in a terrible state.She had told me countless times that she wanted to be able to live a healthy life. Now that an opportunity that came at no cost was presented before her, she would naturally seize it without hesitation.Jeremy also tenderly approached to hug her, comforting her nonstop, "I'm sorry, Rhea. All these years, I've been caring for the wrong person. In the future, I'll treat you even better!"Mom cried as she hugged her, "I'm so sorry, my daughter! Whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with me. I will definitely save you!"I watched as the lit
"I agree as well." Wilma raised her hand. "It doesn't matter if Rhea is the real or fake daughter. I'll still love her."Just like that, the two mothers casually handed out my death sentence.I hoarsely called out to Mom with determination. I refused to believe that, after all these years, there were no feelings for me. Was our bond really worth nothing more than a mere blood relation?Perhaps it was my anguished cry that caused her to hesitate, but she remained still for a long moment.Jeremy frowned and grabbed Mom's wrist, but she gently patted his hand. She turned to face me, her eyes red-rimmed. With a trembling voice, she said, "Faye, Rhea is my flesh and blood—my biological daughter."I've waited and loved for her all these years. You must donate your kidney, no matter what."She took a deep breath and added, "I've already asked. You won't die. You might just be rendered unable to care for yourself. When you leave the hospital, I'll definitely love you and properly make up
To ensure the surgery's success, Jeremy did not administer a sufficient amount of anesthesia to me.I could even feel the scalpel slicing through my flesh and the scissors severing my tissues—it hurt so much.Whenever a person got scared, they would usually instinctively call out for their mother.But as soon as I opened my mouth, I suddenly snapped back to reality—I no longer had a mother.Jeremy raised an eyebrow and looked at me. With disgust, he spat out, "I can't believe you're a fake! No wonder you don't look anything like our family! All the affection we gave you was wasted!"At that, my pupils dilated slightly, and I found his words laughable. I softly said, "Don't be mad, Jeremy. After I get out, I won't call you my brother anymore."Displeased, he viciously twisted the scalpel. I shuddered in pain, sweating profusely.He chuckled smugly. "Good! You don't deserve to call me your brother."The surgery lasted a long time—so long that I felt like I had already died.Afte
Mom froze up for a moment, then frantically flipped through the paternity report. When she saw the test results, she completely broke down.She pushed everyone aside with all her might and rushed into the operating room without hesitation.However, all she saw was the blood everywhere and me lying in a pool of blood.Her legs gave out, and she collapsed in the blood. Then, she crawled toward me on her hands and knees.She kneeled on the floor as she repeatedly stroked my cheek.But all I could do was stare blankly at the ceiling, unable to react in any way—only able to see and hear things."Faye… Faye, wake up… I'm here. How do you feel?" She sobbed. "My daughter…"Jeremy stood by and looked at Mom helplessly. "Mom, you can't just enter the operating room all willy-nilly. You have to leave quickly."Mom ignored him, crying to herself like she was venting out all her feelings.Jeremy grabbed her and dragged her up. "She had anesthesia and can't feel anything! It's no use crying
After Jeremy rushed out, I still kept bleeding nonstop. Mom kneeled beside me, screaming for help from the doctors.The doctor worked on me for a long while, sweating profusely the entire time."It's no use. She has no will to live. It's all in vain!" he cried out.Immediately, Mom crawled to my side and gently but urgently called out to me," Faye, I was wrong. It was my mistake. You are my child. I will treat you well forever… I was really wrong… I've always loved you. I just didn't dare admit it. I was afraid Rhea would be upset…"I stared blankly at the ceiling light. I could only sense that someone was trying to save me.The doctor's expression suddenly lit up, and he shouted, "It's working! She's getting the will to live! Family members, please quickly step out! We have to perform emergency treatment!"I could hear them again, but this time, it wasn't because of Mom.After she was locked outside, she could no longer hold herself up and began crying loudly. The sounds of her
A crisp and loud-sounding slap echoed in the hallway.Everyone present froze and turned to stare at Mom."Are you crazy?" Wilma shouted."You're the crazy one! It's all you! What have you done?"Wilma sneered. "I did something?" She laughed smugly. "I'm just using the same methods to return the favor! You wanted my family's wealth and swapped my child. Can't I swap her back?""No way!" Mom yelled back. "Back then, you had birthing complications and were bleeding heavily. There was no way you could get up and take a look!"Wilma nodded. "That's true, but you underestimated a mother's love for her child! I love Rhea, so I can sense when she's in danger. Even if I were in pain, I would crawl to save her!"And you? You even named your daughter Faye? As in 'fake', huh?" She's a scar upon your heart, right? How laughable. Do you know how much I enjoyed watching you viciously abuse your daughter for so many years without knowing anything?"After I heard this, I finally realized that
I didn't want any of them—Mom, Dad, or Jeremy. This time, I would only live for myself.Ever since the surgery, my health had deteriorated worse than before. Even though I continued with doing physical therapy, the loss of an organ was still severely damaging to my vitality.I wanted to live well, so I constantly sought to recover quickly. After some time, I was finally able to go outside.That day, I decided to take a walk around the garden downstairs.I knew my parents were right behind me. They didn't dare stray too far and kept me in their sights, fearing I might get hurt.They knew to keep their distance from me on a daily basis. I rejected them many times, but they didn't listen to me.Eventually, I stopped caring. After all, it had nothing to do with me.However, yet another uninvited guest arrived today—my brother, Jeremy, appeared before me. Though neatly dressed, he looked mentally tired.He bowed his head and slowly approached me. His tone was pleading as he said, "F
If it were before, I would have snatched the diary back, especially because it recorded the most humiliating and pitiful parts of my childhood.It was hard to imagine a seven-year-old girl starving for an entire week just to save up enough for a diary.But now, I didn't care at all. It felt like something from a past life."I see." Mom shook her head. "Faye is asleep. Come inside and talk."Jeremy tiptoed in cautiously and opened up the small black notebook. In it were my diary entries."X year, X month, X day, Sunny: Does Mom not like me? Am I really her biological child?""X year, X month, X day, Rainy: Rhea's name sounds so nice. Why am I called Faye? There must be some meaning behind it!""X year, X month, X day, Rainy: It turns out 'Faye' implies getting tricked. I hate this name! Why couldn't I be called 'Faith' with a nicer meaning? Does Mom hate me? If Mom hates me, would she be happy if I jumped off the building and disappeared? No… What if I scare Mom?""X year, X mon
Wilma abruptly stood up and slapped me hard.I didn't hold back either—I picked up a glass of water and splashed it right on her face, then repeatedly slapped her until her face swelled up.I had always been docile and submissive since childhood, so she probably believed I wouldn't fight back.She mustered all her strength to kick me, but I swiftly tripped her with my foot. Then, just like her daughter, Wilma fell and knocked out two teeth. She trembled with rage, her whole body shaking. "You! I won't let you off so easily!"I stared her straight in the eyes and retorted, "Neither will I."After that, I took the proof of her illegal kidney theft, as well as the video evidence of Mom swapping the babies at birth, and went straight to the police station.No matter how close or distant our ties were, anyone who had ever done anything bad to me—every single one of them—would pay for it!…Soon after, Wilma went insane. Without Rhea, she had already reached her breaking point. B
When I answered the call, Rhea was sobbing uncontrollably on the other end, constantly screaming she was in pain.And the one actually speaking to me was Wilma. "Faye, Rhea's body is rejecting your kidney. She's in so much pain right now, she can't take it anymore!"I coldly replied, "Oh? And what does that have to do with me?""Rhea's condition has always been something Jeremy's most familiar with, and… And this was an illegal transplant. Only your brother can handle it. Ca you please ask him to help Rhea?"I rolled my eyes at that. So now she recognized that this was an illegal transplant? Why wasn't she scared when they were doing it back then?"I'm begging you. Saving a life is bound to bring about more good karma. The kidney in Rhea's body is also yours. Surely you wouldn't want it to go to waste, right?"Jeremy is very angry right now. No matter how much I begged, it won't work. He said only you can ask him to help."That was the catch I was waiting for. Perhaps because
Jeremy hit Rhea hard, and she was knocked down to the ground. Her cheeks were swollen, and she spat out two teeth.She spoke incoherently, but she still pretended to be weak and said, "I didn't. Jeremy, We've grown up together since we were kids. Don't you know what kind of person I am? "I'm so soft-hearted. Why don't you suspect that it was Faye who deliberately provoked me into saying that?"She cried pitifully, tears streaming down her face. If I were a man, I probably would have felt pity for her—not to mention Jeremy, who had truly regarded her as his little sister.However, to my surprise, he grabbed her by the collar and pulled her up, completely ignoring her provocations."Then what? If I don't believe Faye, am I supposed to believe you, a liar?" he shouted.Rhea looked at him with a trembling gaze. They were shouting too loudly, and with the blood all over the floor, I felt very uncomfortable. My expression turned unpleasant.Jeremy acutely noticed the change and imm
If it were before, I would have snatched the diary back, especially because it recorded the most humiliating and pitiful parts of my childhood.It was hard to imagine a seven-year-old girl starving for an entire week just to save up enough for a diary.But now, I didn't care at all. It felt like something from a past life."I see." Mom shook her head. "Faye is asleep. Come inside and talk."Jeremy tiptoed in cautiously and opened up the small black notebook. In it were my diary entries."X year, X month, X day, Sunny: Does Mom not like me? Am I really her biological child?""X year, X month, X day, Rainy: Rhea's name sounds so nice. Why am I called Faye? There must be some meaning behind it!""X year, X month, X day, Rainy: It turns out 'Faye' implies getting tricked. I hate this name! Why couldn't I be called 'Faith' with a nicer meaning? Does Mom hate me? If Mom hates me, would she be happy if I jumped off the building and disappeared? No… What if I scare Mom?""X year, X mon
I didn't want any of them—Mom, Dad, or Jeremy. This time, I would only live for myself.Ever since the surgery, my health had deteriorated worse than before. Even though I continued with doing physical therapy, the loss of an organ was still severely damaging to my vitality.I wanted to live well, so I constantly sought to recover quickly. After some time, I was finally able to go outside.That day, I decided to take a walk around the garden downstairs.I knew my parents were right behind me. They didn't dare stray too far and kept me in their sights, fearing I might get hurt.They knew to keep their distance from me on a daily basis. I rejected them many times, but they didn't listen to me.Eventually, I stopped caring. After all, it had nothing to do with me.However, yet another uninvited guest arrived today—my brother, Jeremy, appeared before me. Though neatly dressed, he looked mentally tired.He bowed his head and slowly approached me. His tone was pleading as he said, "F
A crisp and loud-sounding slap echoed in the hallway.Everyone present froze and turned to stare at Mom."Are you crazy?" Wilma shouted."You're the crazy one! It's all you! What have you done?"Wilma sneered. "I did something?" She laughed smugly. "I'm just using the same methods to return the favor! You wanted my family's wealth and swapped my child. Can't I swap her back?""No way!" Mom yelled back. "Back then, you had birthing complications and were bleeding heavily. There was no way you could get up and take a look!"Wilma nodded. "That's true, but you underestimated a mother's love for her child! I love Rhea, so I can sense when she's in danger. Even if I were in pain, I would crawl to save her!"And you? You even named your daughter Faye? As in 'fake', huh?" She's a scar upon your heart, right? How laughable. Do you know how much I enjoyed watching you viciously abuse your daughter for so many years without knowing anything?"After I heard this, I finally realized that
After Jeremy rushed out, I still kept bleeding nonstop. Mom kneeled beside me, screaming for help from the doctors.The doctor worked on me for a long while, sweating profusely the entire time."It's no use. She has no will to live. It's all in vain!" he cried out.Immediately, Mom crawled to my side and gently but urgently called out to me," Faye, I was wrong. It was my mistake. You are my child. I will treat you well forever… I was really wrong… I've always loved you. I just didn't dare admit it. I was afraid Rhea would be upset…"I stared blankly at the ceiling light. I could only sense that someone was trying to save me.The doctor's expression suddenly lit up, and he shouted, "It's working! She's getting the will to live! Family members, please quickly step out! We have to perform emergency treatment!"I could hear them again, but this time, it wasn't because of Mom.After she was locked outside, she could no longer hold herself up and began crying loudly. The sounds of her
Mom froze up for a moment, then frantically flipped through the paternity report. When she saw the test results, she completely broke down.She pushed everyone aside with all her might and rushed into the operating room without hesitation.However, all she saw was the blood everywhere and me lying in a pool of blood.Her legs gave out, and she collapsed in the blood. Then, she crawled toward me on her hands and knees.She kneeled on the floor as she repeatedly stroked my cheek.But all I could do was stare blankly at the ceiling, unable to react in any way—only able to see and hear things."Faye… Faye, wake up… I'm here. How do you feel?" She sobbed. "My daughter…"Jeremy stood by and looked at Mom helplessly. "Mom, you can't just enter the operating room all willy-nilly. You have to leave quickly."Mom ignored him, crying to herself like she was venting out all her feelings.Jeremy grabbed her and dragged her up. "She had anesthesia and can't feel anything! It's no use crying
To ensure the surgery's success, Jeremy did not administer a sufficient amount of anesthesia to me.I could even feel the scalpel slicing through my flesh and the scissors severing my tissues—it hurt so much.Whenever a person got scared, they would usually instinctively call out for their mother.But as soon as I opened my mouth, I suddenly snapped back to reality—I no longer had a mother.Jeremy raised an eyebrow and looked at me. With disgust, he spat out, "I can't believe you're a fake! No wonder you don't look anything like our family! All the affection we gave you was wasted!"At that, my pupils dilated slightly, and I found his words laughable. I softly said, "Don't be mad, Jeremy. After I get out, I won't call you my brother anymore."Displeased, he viciously twisted the scalpel. I shuddered in pain, sweating profusely.He chuckled smugly. "Good! You don't deserve to call me your brother."The surgery lasted a long time—so long that I felt like I had already died.Afte