The doctor could not help but speak up. “Mr. Sanders, what about Miss Ashlyn’s legs? If we don’t operate right away, she might never be able to walk again.” My husband, Grant Sanders, did not hesitate for a second. “Forget about her legs. Save Jessie first. She can’t afford to wait any longer. Besides, with her legs broken, she won’t be able to bother Jessie again. Maybe it’ll help her learn to be less spoiled.” After saying that, he glanced at me, then turned and walked away.They thought I was unconscious and could not hear a thing, but his words pierced my heart like knives.The next moment, the surgical light switched on. It shone down on me.The person about to operate on me was my brother, Jeremy Wirkola. I wanted to call out to him, to tell him how wronged I felt.However, the next moment, I heard his soft sigh. “Ashlyn, this is what you owe Jessie. But don’t worry, you’ll always be my little sister.”Tears slid silently down my cheeks.He was one of the people hurting m
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