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Three years after I died, my parents finally came to my school looking for me.
It was because my older sister’s kidney disease had worsened, and she urgently needed a
kidney.
They had the donation agreement with them, but couldn’t find any trace of me.
Hearing them ask about my whereabouts, the teacher sneered, “That neglected orphan? She
had late–stage stomach cancer. She fell ill and was sent to the hospital as soon as she arrived at school, and died after failed rescue attempts. She’s completely dead.”
But my parents thought I was colluding with the teacher to lie to them.
Dad was furious:
“That dead girl wouldn’t study and ran off to who knows where!*
“Please tell her that if she doesn’t show up within three days, we’ll sever our relationship with her and won’t give her a single penny for living expenses ever again!”
The teachers exchanged glances, confused.
“What living expenses? There’s not a single penny in her account.”
“Where did she run off to? She’s not at school during class hours!”
Impatiently, Mom and Dad kicked open the dormitory door.
The room was empty. The bed in the corner, with my nameplate, was covered in dust,
making people cough.
They quickly shielded her older sister, pulling her behind them.
“Don’t come in. Don’t let this cursed thing’s filth affect you.”
The commotion was too loud. The dormitory supervisor, in a foul mood, came upstairs, hands on her hips, and demanded, “You must have the wrong room. Only an orphan with no parents lives here.”
Mom raised her eyebrows, scoffed, and said acerbically:
“Liar! She’s probably out gallivanting with some random guy! She doesn’t even bother coming back to the dorm.”
Dad added, “It’s a family disgrace. If Helen weren’t sick, I wouldn’t even have bothered looking for her! This is utterly humiliating!”
The dormitory supervisor stood there stunned, and after a long silence, finally spoke.
“She wasn’t just messing around. She had late–stage stomach cancer when she enrolled. After the onset, she couldn’t afford treatment and passed away three years ago.”
Their expressions froze for a moment, followed by a burst of derisive laughter.
“Don’t joke with us. She was as strong as an ox. How could she have had late–stage stomach
cancer?”
“How much did Yulia Wyatt pay you to lie?”
With that, the father stuffed a few bills into the dormitory administrator’s hand.
Impatience was etched on his face:
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With that, the father stuffed a few bills into the dormitory administrator’s hand.
Impatience was etched on his face:
“Regardless of where she’s run off to, please tell her that if she doesn’t show up within three days, we’re cutting her off completely. We won’t give her a single penny for living expenses ever
again!”
The dormitory administrator rubbed the wad of crisp, new banknotes, looking up suspiciously to scrutinize the parents‘ attire.
They were impeccably dressed, adorned with jewelry and luxury watches.
“If such wealthy relatives had come three years ago, it would have made all the difference.”
She shook her head regretfully, “The young girl never used any living expenses; her card was completely empty!”
“She couldn’t even afford the cheapest painkillers! In the end, she died in agony, calling out for her mom and dad!”
for her mom and dad!”
