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They hurried along, tossing the diary into a pile of junk.
They rushed to the hospital.
Their older sister wasn’t in the hospital room, Panting, they ran to the operating room, and
only after finding the doctor and confirming that her condition was stable, did they lean against the wall to rest for a moment.
“The rescue was timely; she’s out of danger. She just needs to stay in the observation room for a few days.”
The doctor, looking worried, pulled Mom and Dad aside and urged them to find a kidney source quickly.
Dad nodded vigorously, secretly giving the private investigators a few more red envelopes. Find me, no matter what it takes!
The next day, instead of the private investigators, they received an uninvited guest.
It was Mr. Lewis, who arrived with a thick stack of files.
“Stop looking.”
Looking at the luxurious hospital room, Mr. Lewis’s eyes flickered, no doubt recalling my own impoverished and lonely circumstances back then.
Without money or care, I was forced to scrape by in a crowded hospital ward.
How could I compare to my older sister, who had her own private VIP room?
He wiped the glistening tears from the corner of his eyes and said slowly:
“This is Yulia Wyatt’s medical record, which I’ve prepared.”
“And her death certificate.”
“The evidence is complete. Please, let Yulia Wyatt rest in peace.”
I floated in the air, quietly observing my parents‘ reactions.
The death certificate, stamped with the hospital’s red seal, was on top.
It couldn’t be faked; the evidence was conclusive.
A tearing sound broke the silence.
Dad carelessly tore the death certificate into pieces and threw them at Mr. Lewis’s face!
“You and Yulia Wyatt are the same – complete and utter liars!”
“She used fake medical records to deceive people before; now she dares to forge a death certificate?”
Now, they’d rather believe I have extraordinary powers and am colluding with the teacher to deceive them.
They’re unwilling to believe I actually died of illness.
“We have evidence of her lying.”
Everyone held their breath, and I moved closer.
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What other evidence could possibly prove I’m alive?!
Dad’s lips curled, a sneer in his eyes, confident he was about to deliver a crushing blow.
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They’re unwilling to believe I actually died of illness.
“We have evidence of her lying.”
Everyone held their breath, and I moved closer.
What other evidence could possibly prove I’m alive?!
Dad’s lips curled, a sneer in his eyes, confident he was about to deliver a crushing blow.
He picked up his phone, searched for a moment, then showed it to Mr. Lewis with a cold
smile.
Those are deduction notifications.
“Look, the bank card I use to send Yulia Wyatt her living expenses is still being charged!”
“How can a dead person be spending money!?”
Mr. Lewis was stunned and staggered back a few steps.
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I was also stunned, staring blankly at the phone screen, finally seeing the last four digits of the bank card on the text message–
The card Dad regularly sends money to isn’t mine at all!!
No wonder he never believed I was dead.
No wonder I never received my living expenses.
“That’s not right, I helped her pay medical expenses with her card…”
Mom interrupted, her voice sharp with anger:
“You’ve fallen for her tricks!”
“Please tell Yulia Wyatt she’s gone too far with this lie!”
“We’re cutting off her credit card immediately!”
“If she wants to atone, she’ll come back and donate a kidney to Helen!”
The nurse wheeled the older sister out of the observation room. Ignoring Mr. Lewis, her
parents hurried to her bedside.
They followed her back to the hospital room, step by step.
Their older sister remained in a coma all night, and they stayed up with her.
Dark circles ringed her eyes, yet she refused to close them and rest.
They truly loved their older sister.
I stood beside them, watching the three of them clasp hands tightly.
I had never known such warmth, and I yearned for it always.
The older sister’s face regained its color, turning from pale to rosy, and her parents finally
smiled.
“Mom and Dad, I’m troubling you again.”
She coughed a few times, then looked around, asking:
“Where’s my younger sister? Have you found her?”
Guilt filled Mom and Dad’s eyes as they held her hand tightly, stroking it incessantly.
“Not yet, but we’ve already paid a private investigator.”
“Your mother and I have also cancelled her bank card. I’m sure she’ll be back begging me in
a few days.”
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I stood beside them, watching the three of them clasp hands tightly.
I had never known such warmth, and I yearned for it always.
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The older sister’s face regained its color, turning from pale to rosy, and her parents finally
smiled.
“Mom and Dad, I’m troubling you again.”
She coughed a few times, then looked around, asking:
“Where’s my younger sister? Have you found her?”
Guilt filled Mom and Dad’s eyes as they held her hand tightly, stroking it incessantly.
“Not yet, but we’ve already paid a private investigator.”
“Your mother and I have also cancelled her bank card. I’m sure she’ll be back begging me in
a few days.*
Hearing her parents say they cancelled the card, the older sister suddenly panicked and
struggled to sit up.
“No, no, it’s not easy for my younger sister out there. Please don’t cancel her card…”
Mom gently stroked the older sister’s hair, helped her lie back down, and said softly, “I know you’re kind, but your health is important now. You don’t need to plead for Yulia Wyatt anymore.”
“Yes, you care so much about her, but what about her concern for you?”
Dad snorted and tucked the blanket around Older sister.
It was the middle of July, and the wind rushed in with waves of heat, yet I felt a chill wash
over me.
Resentment, anger, and injustice intertwined, binding my heart and offering no release.
