Georgina was born with a weak heart, but I was perfectly healthy. The Summers said I was a curse—that I brought bad luck to my sister and ruined the family’s fortune, so my parents resented me. Not long after I was born, they had someone abandon me by the side of the road, far from home.
Paxton remained indifferent, as if he had known that all along.
“That’s why you don’t have a choice,” he said calmly. “Whether you want to or not, you’re going through with this surgery. Georgina is your sister. Giving her your heart is what you should do.”
I bit my lip hard, trying to stay calm even as my body trembled.
By now, my face was soaked with tears, but the middle-aged man before me only looked at me with cold, ruthless eyes. There was no guilt or remorse—only disgust.
“Don’t you understand? You should never have been born. If it weren’t for you, our precious daughter wouldn’t have suffered all these years, and our family business wouldn’t have faced that crisis. You are nothing but a disaster.”
