Chapter 2
I looked at her with hope, thinking that perhaps this time, we would break through the estrangement.
Maybe, just maybe, she would embrace me like she always did Yuna.
But she wiped her tears and, still crying, said something even more heartless.
She said, “Child, life and death are fated. No matter how unwilling you are, you have to accept it.”
She pressed her hand to her chest, her tone full of sorrow.
“If you get sick, you can’t drag Yuna down with you. If I lose both my daughters, how will I live?”
It was then that I finally understood. My mother wasn’t afraid of losing both daughters.
She was only afraid of losing Yuna.
I lost all interest and turned to Yuna, the person directly involved.
Since I had been brought back into the family, Yuna had been relatively kind to me.
Though she often said things that sounded nice but were empty, I understood it was probably because she had been raised in a sheltered environment.
At least, when Henry bullied me, she would scold him.
So I still held on to a sliver of hope.
But now, Yuna’s attitude completely changed. She glared at me with furious eyes.
“South, you’re doing this on purpose!”
She stood up, her anger spilling out as if she had been holding it in for a long time.
“I’ve wanted to say this for a long time. You’ve always thought that our parents sending you away to be raised was an injustice, so since you came back, you’ve been acting all gloomy, looking for trouble with everyone.”
“You always act like you’ve suffered some great hardship out there, but don’t think we don’t know. You just want them to feel guilty, don’t you?”
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Her chest heaved with emotion as she tried to control her sobs.
ffer a brief pause, she continued,
“But there’s a limit to everything. We’ve tolerated all your little actions, but now, when it’s something this serious, you bring it up so casually, don’t you just want to put our parents in a difficult position?”
“If they refuse to donate, you’ll make them look heartless and cruel. If they agree, they risk losing both daughters.”
“You’re so vile, why can’t you just let us be happy?”
Yuna rushed to hug my mother.
And my mother, upon hearing her words, finally began to sob uncontrollably.
“Yuna, stop talking, it’s all your father’s fault for wanting a son and daughter. If not…”
She didn’t finish her sentence, but everyone knew what she meant.
She was about to say, “If not, we wouldn’t have had South.”
Henry also stood up. They stood to the left and right of their mother, their eyes filled with the same resentment as they looked at me.
Yuna tilted her head, a look of righteous indignation on her face.
“South East, I won’t give you the chance to hurt Mom and Dad. Let me make this clear today: I will
not donate my bone marrow.”
She proudly protected her mother.
“This has nothing to do with Mom and Dad. If this story gets out, don’t say they are heartless. It’s my
selfishness, my fear that Mom would be hurt losing two daughters.”
“It’s my decision to refuse, and I’ll take the blame!”
Yuna’s expression was so resolute, it almost seemed like she was preparing for a heroic sacrifice.
I fiddled with the test results in my pocket and couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.
After a long silence, I stared at Yuna and asked slowly, “Are you sure? No matter what, you won’t
donate?”
Yuna gently wiped her mother’s tears, her gaze unwavering as if she was ready for martyrdom.
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Absolutely not!” she said.
“If you’re going to curse anyone, curse me. Don’t take it out on Mom and Dad. I want to have a child. I can’t give up my own child’s life just to save you.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I smiled. I looked at her with pity.
Then, I said softly, “That’s right, well said. After all, you can’t kill your own child to save someone else.”
Yuna didn’t understand and lowered her head to comfort her mother.
On the other side, Mom was already crying so hard she could hardly catch her breath.
She leaned on the shoulders of her son and daughter as if she were the one with leukemia, abandoned by everyone.
She weakly patted her chest.
“It’s all your fault, Sean East, you’ve sinned, insisting on having both sons and daughters!”
Dad, frustrated by the scolding, slammed his fist on the table and stood up.
He walked to my side, pulling a large red envelope from his pocket.
In a dismissive manner, he slapped it onto the table in front of me.
“Whether the illness is real or fake, take the money and get lost!”
“If you make your Mom sick, don’t blame me for cutting ties with you!”
The red envelope in front of me was beautifully wrapped, clearly well–prepared.
I picked it up and examined it closely. There was even a beautiful handwritten message on it:
“Wish my dear daughter a successful performance, have fun.”
I smiled bitterly, then looked up and asked,
“If you’re giving me this money to save my life, won’t it interfere with your daughter’s plans to go
abroad for fun?”
