Blurb：
When Jessica discovers she’s the perfect bone marrow match for her sister Sarah Robinson, she faces an impossible choice. Pregnant after months of trying with husband William Campbell, she learns donation could mean terminating her baby. But her family’s reaction shocks her more. After pretending to be the one with leukemia, she hears their cruel refusal: “Don’t drag Sarah into this.” With parents Eric Robinson and Lindsey Gray siding against her, and brother Samuel Robinson accusing her of ruining the mood, Jessica’s world shatters. Will Sarah ever learn the truth? Can Frank Hyde’s medical advice save both sisters? A heartbreaking tale of family betrayal, sacrifice, and the bonds that break us.
Content：
My sister is diagnosed with leukemia after a medical checkup at the hospital where I work. My bone marrow is a match for her.
Out of curiosity, I tell my family I’m the one who’s sick. They vehemently oppose to her donating her bone marrow to me.
A bone marrow donation is risky! We can’t let your sister put herself in danger.
“Don’t drag your sister into this just because you’re sick. Everyone’s life and death is fated—you have to accept your destiny.”
My sister also refuses to help me, brushing me off with the excuse that she’s preparing to conceive.
My relationship with my family is strained, so their behavior thoroughly destroys it. When I realize this, I leave the diagnosis report behind and walk out on them.
Chapter 1
When I learned that I was a match for the bone marrow donation, I had just found out that I was pregnant.
My mentor, Frank Hyde, pulled me aside with a serious expression.
He said that if I wanted to donate bone marrow to my elder sister, Sarah Robinson, I would most likely have to terminate the pregnancy first.
He advised me to think it through and talk it over with my husband, William Campbell.
I really hesitated.
I had taken a lot of medicine and spent months preparing to get pregnant.
When William found out about my pregnancy, he was so excited he could hardly contain it. He wanted to shout to the world that he was going to be a dad.
How could I possibly have the heart to give up the baby?
Sarah just turned 29. Unlike me, she was my parents’ precious daughter. If something happened to her, my parents would never recover.
So, after thinking it over all afternoon, I decided to go home after work.
When I got back, they were all gathered around the dinner table, happily eating.
Apart from Sarah’s family, there was also my younger brother, Samuel Robinson, and his girlfriend, Kayla Clark.
They were toasting each other, clearly celebrating something.
But my arrival broke the warm atmosphere.
The room went quiet. Everyone stopped smiling and awkwardly set down their glasses.
Only my mother, Lindsey Gray, chuckled and tried to pull me into the seat.
“I didn’t call you because I thought you were busy. But look at you, lucky to get a meal. Come, sit down and eat with us.”
However, what she didn’t know was that no matter how kindly she spoke, it couldn’t hide the distance in her actions.
Suddenly, I felt like doing mischief.
I did something unexpected and gently held the hand she was using to help me to my seat.
“Mom, I’m sick.”
Mom’s hand froze, and she stiffened as I held it.
“Well, if you’re sick, just eat more. A full stomach can cure any illness,” she said dismissively, not even asking what was wrong with me. Instead, she pulled her hand away to move a chair.
Samuel frowned.
“Did you come here just to ruin the mood, Jessica? Every time there’s something happy, you always spoil it. Sarah got the chance to go on an overseas tour today. Don’t tell me you didn’t do this on purpose.”
I ignored him and sat down in the chair Mom had moved.
“I have leukemia.”
Samuel went silent.
Mom’s hand trembled as she passed me the cutlery, and the fork fell to the floor.
The room was dead silent.
Mom’s eyes turned red, and she stood next to me, wiping away tears.
Sitting at the head of the table, my father, Eric Robinson, who had been silent, finally spoke. “You need to tell your in-laws about this. They can probably afford the treatment.”
He shot me a disapproving look as he continued, “Always stay calm. Don’t be so reckless. It won’t help if you recover only to give your mom a heart attack.”
Mom wiped her face and started serving me food.
“Your dad’s right. No matter how big the problem is, you should eat first.”
Sarah also served me some food, and her smile was as bright as ever.
“Yeah, it’s because you overthink that you get sick. Just eat more, smile more, and everything will be fine.”
I didn’t touch my cutlery. My eyes scanned each of them before saying, “I didn’t come here to ask for money. I just want to know if Sarah can donate her bone marrow to me?”
The room fell silent again.
After a long moment, Dad slammed his fork on the table. “That’s nonsense!”
He frowned deeply. “Don’t you know that donating bone marrow is risky?”
I gave a bitter smile. “Isn’t it worth a small risk to save my life?”
Dad stubbornly turned his face away. “We won’t let Sarah take that risk, even if the chances are small.”
I wasn’t surprised by Dad’s answer.
As the second child who was fostered away from home since childhood, Dad was never welcoming of my birth, nor was he welcoming of my return.
Chapter 2
Thankfully, Mom and Sarah were still somewhat kind to me.
I turned my gaze toward Mom. She was already in tears.
I looked at her, hoping this might be the moment we finally broke through the distance between us. Maybe she’d come over and hug me like she always did with Sarah since I was sick.
Yet, with tears in her eyes, she uttered even harsher words, “Jessica, life and death are in fate’s hands. No matter how unwilling you are, you have to accept it.”
She clutched her chest, her tone mournful as she continued, “You get sick, and now you want to drag Sarah down with you? If I lose both my daughters, how am I supposed to live?”
At that moment, I finally understood that Mom wasn’t afraid of losing two daughters. She was just afraid of losing Sarah.
I lost interest in the conversation and turned my attention to Sarah, the one directly involved.
Since I’d been brought home, she had always been somewhat kind to me.
She often said some pretentious things, but I figured that was just because she had been raised in a sheltered environment.
At least she would scold Samuel when he used to bully me. So, I still held on to a sliver of hope.
But now, Sarah completely abandoned her usual gentle demeanor and glared at me with pure rage. “You’re definitely doing this on purpose, Jessica!”
She stood up, her emotions spilling over, as if she had been holding it in for a long time.
“There are things I’ve wanted to say for a while now. You always act like you were mistreated because Mom and Dad sent you away. Since you came back, you’ve been nothing but a dark cloud, always finding trouble with everyone.
“You act like you suffered so much outside, but we all know the truth. You just want Mom and Dad to feel guilty!”
Her chest was heaving with anger, as if she had been wronged beyond measure.
After a brief pause, she managed to suppress the tears and continued, “But there has to be a limit to everything. We’ve let little things slide, but now you’re talking about donating bone marrow as if it’s nothing. You’re putting Mom and Dad in an impossible situation!
“If they refuse to donate, you’ll turn it around and make them seem cold-hearted. If they agree, they risk losing both daughters. How can you be so cruel, Jessica? Why can’t you just let us be happy?”
As Sarah said that, she walked over and hugged Mom.
Mom, having heard those words, finally broke down.
“Stop it, Sarah. It’s all your dad’s fault. He insisted on having both a son and a daughter. If it wasn’t for him…”
She didn’t finish the sentence, but everyone knew what she meant.
She was about to say that if it weren’t for Dad’s wish, I wouldn’t have been born.
Samuel also stood up. They stood on either side of Mom, both looking at me with the same bitterness in their eyes.
Sarah lifted her head, looking all righteous.
“Jessica, I won’t let you hurt Mom and Dad. Listen carefully. I will not donate bone marrow.”
She stood her ground protectively in front of Mom.
“This has nothing to do with Mom and Dad. Don’t go spreading rumors that they’re heartless. This is my selfish decision. I can’t bear the thought of Mom losing two daughters. It’s my choice, and I’ll bear the blame for it.”
Sarah’s face was set, as if she were prepared to take on the world.
As I fiddled with the lab report in my pocket, I couldn’t help but chuckle.
After a while, I fixed my gaze on Sarah and asked, each word deliberate, “Are you sure you won’t donate, no matter what?”
Sarah gently wiped Mom’s tears. Her expression was even more determined.
“I will never donate,” she said firmly.
“If you want to blame someone, blame me. Don’t take it out on Mom and Dad. I’m preparing for a pregnancy. I can’t give up my child’s life just to save yours.”
I laughed through my tears, pityingly glancing at her before whispering, “Yeah, you’re right. I can’t kill my child to save you.”
Sarah was confused, but she lowered her head to comfort Mom.
Meanwhile, Mom had already been crying so hard she could barely catch her breath.
She leaned into the arms of Sarah and Samuel, as if it were she who had leukemia and no one cared.
Weakly, she soothed her chest with her hand.
“It’s all your fault, Eric. Why must you insist on having both a son and a daughter?”
Dad, clearly fed up with the accusations, slammed his hand down on the table and stood up. He walked over to me and pulled an envelope from his pocket.
Chapter 3
Dad tossed the envelope in front of me with a loud slap as though he were dismissing a beggar.
“Whether you’re really sick or just faking it, take the money and get out. If you cause your mom to collapse, don’t blame me for turning my back on you!”
The envelope was beautifully wrapped. It was obviously prepared with care.
When I picked it up, I noticed the elegant handwriting on it.
“My dear daughter, wishing you success in your performance. Have a great time.”
I chuckled bitterly. Lifting my gaze, I asked, “You’re giving me this money to save my life? Won’t it ruin your dear daughter’s overseas trip?”
Dad looked at me with disgust. His voice was cold as ice as he said, “Don’t try to be sarcastic. You don’t know your place, insisting on fairness. If that’s how it is, I’m more than willing to have a fallout with you.
“I never wanted to have you, but I still had your mom’s sister raise you. You’ve never lacked food or clothing. You should be grateful and not come here looking for trouble.”
He turned his face away, as if he’d made up his mind.
“I’ve always listened to your mom and put up with you. But it’s you who started this today. Don’t blame me for cutting ties with you.”
He had finally thrown me out of the family.
The room fell silent again.
They all made way for me to leave. Everyone quietly watched. They were waiting for me, this disgrace, to quickly take my leave with the pity money.
At that moment, everything became clear.
No matter how low I sank, I would never truly belong to this family. And honestly, I didn’t want to.
So when I looked up again, the careful, cautious woman I once was was gone.
I weighed the envelope in my hands and slowly stood up.
In my high heels, I was now as tall as Dad.
I was no longer the little girl who once eagerly looked forward to seeing him every month.
I looked him in the eye and calmly asked, “If you never wanted me, why was I born? Was it because you couldn’t control your dick, or am I someone else’s child?”
Dad’s pupils contracted. He was too shocked to say a word. His lips trembled for a moment. Only after realizing what was happening did he raise his hand to slap me.
I sidestepped, causing him to stagger.
Then I pointed toward Mom with my chin.
“And you, stop pretending to cry here. It’s too late to play the blame game now. Why didn’t you show some resolve when you didn’t want me? Was I conceived because Dad forced you? Couldn’t you fight back with your 140-pound body?”
Mom finally stopped sobbing.
Her usual guilty expression faltered. Her hands shook as she pointed at me.
“You wretched thing! How can you be so different from Sarah and Samuel?”
Sarah, seeing her beloved mom insulted, dove into Mom’s arms and cried hysterically.
Samuel seemed to want to hit me. He lunged forward to grab my wrist.
Their partners joined in, trying to separate us.
The room was in chaos.
I was yanked around, and Dad landed a solid slap across my face.
My head turned from the impact, and warm blood began to flow from my nose.
“Get out!” Dad yelled. “From now on, we’re cutting all ties. I don’t have a daughter like you!”
My hand instinctively reached to my abdomen, relieved to find it safe.
At that moment, I fully realized that I had formed an irreplaceable bond with the life growing inside me.
Since this was what I wanted, I couldn’t let it go.
I lifted my face and locked my eyes on Dad. “Fine. You said it yourself. I’m no longer your daughter, no longer part of the Robinson family.”
Dad gave me a look of pure disgust and stiffened his face. “That’s right. I said it. I, Eric Robinson, would never go back on my words!”
I wiped my face with force. “Fine! From now on, we live our own lives. Whoever asks for help first is the loser!”
Dad clenched his jaw, remaining silent.
Sarah chimed in while crying, “Yeah! Whoever asks for help first is a coward, and may they be struck down by lightning! Why aren’t you leaving yet? Do you want to drive Mom to her grave?”
Smiling with satisfaction, I pulled the lab report from my pocket and tossed it on top of the envelope.
“Great. Remember your words today, Sarah.”
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