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Content：
Two weeks ago, my family and I went hiking and camping.
When the storm hit and the mudslide erupted, my adopted sister shoved me into a ravine. My parents and fiance only cared about my sister. They remained completely unaware of my predicament.
A week later, when the rescue team finally finds me, my parents accuse me of being selfish and malicious.——
“You clearly know that your sister is suffering from a terminal illness and is about to die, yet you still try to murder her!”” they yell.
“”The bride for next week’s wedding will be your sister. She has end-stage kidney cancer, and her dying wish is to marry your fiancé.Ethan. You have to agree to this!””
“”I agreed to their wedding, and for atonement. I am willing to donate my kidney to my sister, and I will also give her all the academic papers I own and the oil paintings I have collected.””
Seeing how sensible I was, my parents and my fiance all smiled with relief.
They said, “”I’ve grown up and become sensible. I’m no longer that willful elder sister who didn’t know how to care for my younger sister.””
In my final three days, I will give them everything they want and leave behind a perfect image.
And when I die, I hope they won’t cry, mourn my death；
Chapter 1
Olivia’s POV
When the doctor told me I had an inoperable brain tumor, I knew my life was counting down.
I was on a camping trip with my family and fiance, planning to tell them I’d agreed to donate a kidney to my sister. Since I was dying anyway, I figured I might as well give it away.
But before I could break the news, a sudden storm and mudslide struck, and my sister shoved me into a ravine.
Seven days later, when rescuers finally found me, I had only three days left to live.
“”I agree to donate my kidney to Lily,”” I said at the hospital, handing over the signed organ donation agreement.
My parents stared at me in shock. Then, their expression lit up with excitement as they clutched my hand.
“”Olivia, I always knew you weren’t one to stand by when someone needs help. Don’t worry. You have two kidneys, so donating one won’t put your life at risk, though you might experience some weakness,”” Mom said. “”Your father and I will divide the family assets equally between you and Lily. Even if you never work again, you’ll live comfortably.””
Mom sliced some fruit and poured me a glass of milk. I felt tears prick my eyes. It had been a long time since she’d cared for me like this.
“”Thank you, Mom.””
I took a sip of warm milk and forced a smile. “”Mom, Dad, I want this surgery as soon as possible. Let’s schedule it for the day after tomorrow.””
I’d done the math. That was the day I’d die.
I’d end my life on the operating table.
“”Olivia, you’ve really matured,”” my fiance Ethan Vance exclaimed, clutching my hand. He pulled a stunning diamond ring from his pocket. “”This was meant for Lily’s wedding—seven days from now. But since you’re donating your kidney, there’s no need for that wedding anymore. She won’t need this ring. It’s yours.
“”Once you recover, we’ll hold a wedding ceremony.””
“”No, give the ring to Lily,”” I said.
I was dying. There was no future wedding for me.
“”Lily loves you. After the surgery, you should still hold a ceremony for her. It’ll help her recover. We can talk about marriage when she’s better.””
Seeing how sensible I was, even my usually silent father sighed with relief.
“”You’ve grown up, Olivia. You’re acting like a true elder sister now—humble and considerate.””
He paused before continuing, “”We waited seven days to rescue you, hoping you’d reflect. Stop bullying Lily. She’s younger and lost her family early. We need to give her more love and understanding, not to make her feel jealous or rejected.””
Mom gently squeezed my hand, eyes red with emotion. “”You’ve lost weight from not eating properly. I’ll go home and cook something nutritious. You must regain strength for surgery.””
After Mom and Dad left, Ethan was called away by the doctor to discuss the surgery schedule.
Lily Larson, who should have been in the ward nursing a broken bone, pushed open the door.
“”Well, you survived a storm like that? Lucky girl!”” she sneered. “”I should’ve stabbed you instead of just pushing you.””
Her lips curled with a sarcastic, mocking smile. Aside from her pale face, her agile movements betrayed no hint of end-stage kidney cancer or a broken bone.
“”So you agreed to donate your kidney to me? Thanks! But I don’t just want your kidney—I want your fiance too!””
“”Take him,”” I replied calmly.
My arrogant, petty adopted sister, true to form, tried to provoke another fight between us. Then she’d feign weakness and innocence in front of Mom, Dad, and Ethan, manipulating them to dislike me and keep their distance. It was a classic move of hers.
When I didn’t respond, she snorted.
“”Good. You finally get it. No matter how hard you fight, they’ll always choose me. Olivia, remember this—there’s only one daughter in this family, and it’s me.””
Her second provocation didn’t register. I simply looked at her, utterly drained. The relentless pain of cancer was consuming my body; I simply yearned for rest.
I wasn’t afraid to die.
I just couldn’t help but wonder if Mom, Dad, and Ethan would ever regret overlooking me if they truly understood that Lily Larson, their favored one, was actually a selfish, jealous schemer who framed innocent people, instead of the obedient, sensible girl they believed her to be.
Chapter 2
The next morning, I swallowed an entire bottle of painkillers.
I did it so I’d appear normal—so no one would suspect something was wrong with me.
But soon, I realized my worry was unwarranted.
Lily’s pale complexion and swollen body—symptoms of kidney damage—made me look healthier by comparison. No one noticed that I hadn’t eaten a single thing since being rescued.
Even when the doctor arrived with my pre-surgery physical report, which showed signs of organ failure, no one noticed.
I was about to quietly tear the report and throw it away when my parents suddenly rushed over.
“”What’s this?”” My mother’s voice was filled with worry and anxiety. “”rain tumor? Olivia, you’re sick! How can you still donate your kidney to Lily when you’re this weak?””
I was just about to answer when I fainted the next second.
When I woke up again, I felt the ward was very heavy.
My parents and my fiance all looked at me with such disappointed eyes.
Ethan looked even more exhausted. “”The doctor said that the pre-surgery report for you is fake;””
“”Don’t always pretend to be ill to test our concern for you;”” “”
As your fiance, I love you. Your parents love you too.””
“”Did you fake the preoperative examination and claim to be ill just to evade the surgery?”” “”
I was stunned. I…
My silence is seen by everyone as an admission of everything.
Mom, Dad, and Ethan now looked at me with nothing but pure disappointe.
I was now just the liar. The fraud.
The daughter and fiancee who forged a report to manipulate their emotions.
They looked at me as if they regretted ever caring at all.
They seemed to regret the tiny bit of love they just felt for me. I was, after all, someone who was unworthy of their care.
In my despair, I spotted Lily in the corner.
Her sneering smile said it all. “”Serves you right.””
At that moment, I understood.
It was all her doing.
“”Did the patient forge the report to avoid donating?”” the doctor asked flatly. “”If she’s unwilling, we won’t proceed. You’ll need to resolve this within your family. Forcing organ donation is illegal.””
And just like that, he left.
His words left me crushed beneath the weight of betrayal.
I understood everything now.
Lily had bribed the doctor.
She wanted to make it appear as though I’d agreed to the donation, then tried to back out by faking an illness to garner sympathy. This, she hoped, would “”prove”” I was a scheming, manipulative person.
Chapter 3
After the doctor left, Lily came over crying, “”Olivia, it’s okay if you don’t want to donate your kidney, but don’t go as far as to fake a test report just to curse yourself!
“”Look how worried Mom and Dad were because of a lie—that’s really unfair to them.””
Her show of concern painted me as the ungrateful daughter.
Mom’s and Dad’s faces were grim. Disappointment radiated from them like a cold wave.
Ever since the doctor exposed the report as fake, they hadn’t uttered a single harsh word—just stared at me with quiet disgust; they didn’t even find it worth their effort.
If I weren’t their flesh and blood, I was sure they’d have walked away and cut me off entirely—discarding me like some scheming stranger.
“”I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I was wrong. I won’t go back on my promise to donate.””
It was what they wanted to hear. And in saying it, I tacitly admitted to forging the report.
But what did denial matter now?
I’d already resolved to leave behind a good impression when I died. So I played the role of the sensible, repentant daughter as best I could.
Hearing my words, everyone relaxed.
“”Olivia, thank you.”” Lily sniffled, grabbing my hand. “”But if you don’t want to, that’s okay too. No pressure. I’m not afraid to die. When I’m gone, just take good care of Mom and Dad.””
She continued, voice trembling with emotion. “”I know you’ve always hated me for stealing Mom and Dad’s attention since we were little. That’s why you didn’t like me and bullied me.
I didn’t do any of it.
But it didn’t matter now. The truth would reveal itself after my passing. I didn’t want to argue anymore.
Meanwhile, Mom and Dad were crying uncontrollably beside me. It was as if Lily were the one on death’s door. But I was the one dying tomorrow. Not her.
“”Lily, don’t cry,”” Mom said, pulling her into an embrace. “”You won’t die. We’ve offered a high reward to find a matching donor. Olivia may be selfish for refusing, but we won’t let you die.””
Even Dad, usually unreadable, had red, tear-filled eyes.
And Ethan, the ruthless and decisive head of a mafia family, also had tears in his eyes.
They were all grieving Lily’s death, a death that hadn’t even happened yet. Meanwhile, no one seemed to notice my own impending demise.
I bit my lip. And then, to prove my sincerity, I took out my phone and recorded a video.
“”July 26, 2025. I, Olivia Larson, voluntarily donate my kidney to Lily Larson. No one forced or pressured me. This is my genuine choice.””
They finally looked at me.
I continued to make concessions and gave her everything I had
“”Lily,I finished your thesis these past few days. You’ll just have to put your name on it and you’ll graduate.””
“”And that oil painting Mom and Dad gave me for my birthday—you’ve always liked it. It’s yours. And the private fund they set aside for me—I signed the transfer papers. You only need to sign it, and it’s yours too.””
Mom sighed and spoke gently, though with disappointment in her voice. “”Olivia, don’t use tricks to gain our attention anymore, okay? Your father and I love you a lot. But if you persist with this behavior, we can’t avoid disappointment.””
I bit my lip and nodded.
Tears blurred my vision, but I could still see Lily’s triumphant smile.
Once the surgery was scheduled, they left.
That night, as pain from the brain tumor tore through my body, I swallowed another bottle of painkillers.
Meanwhile, Mom, Dad, and Ethan were with Lily, comforting her. They had found her the best surgeon to make sure everything went smoothly.
On the third day, as Lily and I were wheeled into the operating room, I asked the one question that haunted me.
“”Mom, Dad, if I die, will you miss me?””
“”Nonsense,”” Mom replied with a sigh. “”It’s just a transplant, Olivia. You won’t die. Don’t say that. You’re the elder sister. Be strong. Don’t be afraid. Look how brave Lily is.””
Ethan held my hand. “”I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you’ll be the most beautiful bride.””
I smiled and touched his face.
This was my farewell.
Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. “”Ethan, there won’t be a wedding for us.””
As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory.
Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again.
As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away.
My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock. “
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