Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister Novel by BEIJITA

Charlotte understood my meaning and stopped struggling.

This time, she resigned herself to fate.

Between survival and saving face, she chose survival.

Each video played was a blow to this family of three.

Completely unaware, they had once abetted the wrongdoer in their evil deeds.

Mrs. Smith couldn’t hold it in any longer.

She collapsed to the ground.

“It’s all my fault, all my fault!”

“My daughter suffered so much, and I didn’t even know.”

Linterrupted Mrs. Smith’s thoughts.

“If you truly care about me, please don’t meddle in matters between Charlotte and me.”

Facing Mrs. Smith’s eyes, wild with emotion, I spoke calmly.

Mrs. Smith felt a pang of discomfort for a moment.

But with the help of others, she left the scene.

I felt a sense of satisfaction.

As I was leaving, I turned to look at Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

“Sir, Madam, I know you’re wealthy and don’t care about money.

But your daughter severely injured both me and my mother. Isn’t it only right to offer some compensation?”

I spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.

At my words, the Smiths trembled slightly.

Soon, they handed me a card.

In all these years with the Smiths, it was the first time I’d ever received a card from them.

I raised the card with a faint, ironic smile, a trace of indifference in my eyes.

“Well, I’ll be going then. Farewell.”

I turned around and left the scene.

Behind me, the family of three continued to follow.

It was starting to get on my nerves.

But for now, the most important thing was paying Maria’s medical bills.

Afterward, I let out a soft chuckle and walked into the hospital room.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Maria looked at me, concern written all over her face.

“Are you hurt?”

I burst into laughter.

Shaking my head, a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in my eyes.

“I got the surgery money. No matter what procedure we need, we’ll have the funds.”

Maria hesitated for a moment, but when her gaze fell on the people behind me, she showed no sign of surprise.

She nodded slightly at them in greeting.

The Smiths, however, were visibly displeased.

Their faces darkened as they grabbed my arm.

“Sarah, come home with your mother.”

I refused.

Maria, who had been watching from the side, couldn’t contain herself any longer.

Despite the pain, she jumped up.

“Why? You think you can take her when you want, and throw her away when you don’t? Where in the world does it work like that?”

“For the past seven years, I’ve given everything to raise this child. Were you there for her?”

“Were you at the parent–teacher meetings?”

“At her graduation?”

At this point, Maria paused, a cold smile creeping onto her lips.

“Oh, but speaking of graduation, you were indeed there–in your own way. It’s thanks to your efforts that things have turned out like this.”

“All the scandals, all the trending hate directed at Sarah–that’s your quite a contribution.”