Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister

My father still hadn’t given up on me. He sent me to the hospital and provided the best treatment.

Half a month later, I saw the news of my engagement on the TV in my hospital room — The groom was Gavin.

The engagement party was set for three days from now. I had a feeling he was trying to force Jamie to show up.

In the past few days, The Cress family and The Romero family had suffered consecutive blows and significant losses.

Jamie’s methods had unsettled this middle–aged man.

The door swung open, and my ather entered with his bodyguards.

Just one glance made my body tremble uncontrollably, my thoughts drifting back to that cruel and bloody night.

He stood by the bedside, looking down on me with a cold arrogance. “When did you start collaborating with Jamie?”

“We’re not collaborating,” I denied, lowering my head.

He replied coldly, “If you want to stay alive, you’ll do as you’re told. At the engagement party in three days, find a way to get Jamie to attend, or else…”

He trailed off, but I could already hear the sound of the whip sinking into flesh

“Okay,” I stuttered, my teeth chattering.

The phone was returned to my hand. I stared at a string of numbers, tracing them over and over again.

Finally, my fingers flew across the screen, sending out a message.

Staring up at the ceiling, a flash of light crossed my mind, and I found myself beginning to feel a sense of release.

Born into such a family, with such a father, I could only save whoever I could. I couldn’t expect anything in return.

Maybe I was born to repay the debt for The Harris family.

Three days passed in a flash. The scars on my body had disappeared, my fair skin restored to its original state.

I wore a high–waisted gown, my chestnut waves cascading down my back. Thick blush concealed my pale face, giving me a healthy glow.

At the engagement party, where socialites. gathered with solemn expressions, the outside was surrounded by a well–devised trap.

My father kept a close watch on me, but I didn’t care in the slightest.

As the daughter of Mr. Harris, I moved through the guests with a polite smile, toasting from one group to another.

My father’s composure slowly turned into a furrowed brow, growing more anxious as the one he was waiting for never appeared.

Seeing my calm demeanor, he seemed to realize something, grabbing my arm and pulling me into a private room.

“Where is he? Why isn’t he here yet?” he demanded, unable to wait any longer.

I lifted my head, looking him in the eye, no longer afraid. “He probably won’t come.”

That day, I’d threatened Jamie in a message that if he dared to show up, I’d jump off the building.

My father glanced at the bodyguar‘ beside him, who immediately understood and handed him a belt.

Despite my fear, I refused to wipe the smile from my face, using my words to provoke him.

“You’d better beat me to death like you did my mother.”

He paused, and through gritted teeth, spat out, “Your mother deserved it!”

The belt was raised high, and just as it was about to fall, the abrupt sound of sirens echoed from outside.

Jamie burst through the door, followed by armed police officers pointing their guns.

My father and the bodyguard were quickly subdued. I crouched in the corn., bewildered by the scene before me.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Jamie, once again, had kept me in the dark.

Was it distrust? Or had he never trusted me at all?