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The doctor, losing patience, dodged Mom and
whispered to Dad.
“Sir, not everything can be solved with money.
Your wife’s mental state isn’t good, we understand. But if the parent collapses, the
child will suffer. I suggest you take her to a psychologist.”
At Dad’s insistence, I was hospitalized.
I didn’t refuse.
Malnutrition and moderate anemia.
Lily’s report actually contained my test
results.
While in the motel, I ate only one ramen cup a
day, not even buying an egg.
I had no income, no acceptance letter.
My insecurity made me frugal.
The results were clear, my condition
worsened.
Even in college, eating and exercising
couldn’t undo the damage.
Now, Mom and Dad were spending money
and effort on me, feeding me well.
Why not accept?
Regarding bone marrow donation, I would
agree when I was healthy.
From Dad’s words, I learned why Lily’s
treatment was delayed.
On her birthday, she took her parents on a
trip to the Maldives.
When the center contacted them, they were
on an international flight.
Just after landing, Lily got a bad cold and
insisted on continuing her trip.
Only when she cut her arm on a shell and
bled profusely did they realize something was
wrong.
Lily waited three days for treatment in a
foreign emergency room.
Dad, frantic, chartered a private jet home.
The whole thing took two weeks.
Outside the chemotherapy room, I saw Lily.
Her beautiful hair was gone, her body smaller,
her face swollen.
“Dad, why did you bring her? To laugh at me?
Tell her to leave.”
Lily was in a wheelchair, struggling to tell Dad
to leave.
I gestured to Dad, calmly pushing her towards
the ward.
“Lily, you’re still so mean to me, are you sure
I’ll save you?”
She fell silent.
I didn’t give her a chance to speak.
“Just like you were sure that no matter how
you bullied me, Mom and Dad would always
side with you, especially Mom.”
She turned her head, spitting at me:
“Carolyn, you’re still so fake! Just say you
want an apology, I won’t grovel like Mom, I
only regret it wasn’t you who got sick!”
I smiled faintly.
We were still so in sync.
Sadly, I didn’t get her apology, and she didn’t
get my bone marrow.
That night, Lily was rushed to the ICU.
At that moment, I fell into a nightmare.
A demon opened its mouth, biting my wrist.
Blood gushed from the wounds.
I opened my eyes.
A thick needle was stuck in my arm, blood
flowing into a tube.
Moonlight illuminated Mom’s face, her mouth
twitching.
“Mom…”
I called out, but my throat was parched.
Cold sweat drenched my back.
Mom ignored me.
She happily shook the full bag, removed the
tube, and replaced it with a new one.
My consciousness faded with the blood loss.
I remember Mom, obsessed, muttering Lily’s
name, filling another bag.
Cho really would do that for Iilv
She really would do that for Lily.
I pressed the call button.
When the doctor rushed in, Mom proudly
presented the bag.
“I told you it would work! Quick, give this
blood to Lily, she’ll live!”
