Blurb：
When Elise discovers she’s a perfect kidney match for Vivian Song, she agrees to help—but bullet comments reveal a shocking truth: Caleb Song, the heiress’s brother, knows Elise is his biological sister. As the surgery approaches, Caleb’s suspicious kindness and Vivian’s innocent facade hide dark secrets. Will Elise expose the family’s lies or walk away from the drama? Dive into a story of betrayal, hidden identities, and revenge, where every character has a motive. Perfect for fans of emotional thrillers and family sagas!
Content：
After learning from my roommate that the Song heiress was ill, demanding a kidney transplantation, I went to get tested for a match.
As soon as the results came out, Caleb, the heiress’s second brother, signed a contract with me.
My hospitalization was arranged at the fastest speed possible.
Just then, bullet comments flashed before my eyes:
[Sweetie, don’t sign it! He’s your biological brother!]
[Caleb is going to regret this. He’s been searching for Elise all this time, but now he’s sending her onto the operating table.]
I ignored those comments.
Because I had known the truth, and I knew Caleb had known it as well.
He had planned this.
On the sixth day after the surgery, while the bullet comments were buzzing, I quietly checked myself out of the hospital.
Comments were all eagerly anticipating my return as the true Song heiress, and how I would make the Song family pay.
[The scene is coming! Our little Elise is finally about to have her moment.]
[Big brother Ethan knows the truth now!]
[After today, Elise will be the center of attention. It’s finally time to watch the family get what they deserve.]
[Elise, make sure to give them a hard time! Don’t let them off easy!]
But they were going to be disappointed.
I chose to exit right as the story was about to reach its climax.
The so-called “privileged life” as the beloved heiress — I didn’t want it anymore.
I first met Caleb near the hospital.
After learning that my kidney was a match for his sister, he contacted me immediately.
Once we confirmed the details, he handed me a contract along with a face mask.
“Now it’s better to wear a mask when you’re out in public.”
After I put on the mask, Caleb paused for a moment before decisively signing his name.
Suddenly, bullet comments flashed across the air:
[Sweetie, don’t sign it! He’s your biological brother!]
[Caleb’s going to regret this. He’s been searching for Elise all this time, and now he’s about to send her onto the operating table.]
[Something feels off — does Caleb already suspect Elise’s identity at this point?]
[Of course he does. With the mask on, her eyes are a seventy percent match with Mrs Song’s.]
[Holy crap. Caleb’s such a schemer. Now he’s doing everything to cure Vivian. But once Elise’s identity is confirmed, he plays the role of her perfect brother.]
I kept a straight face, signed the contract, and handed it to Caleb.
Caleb worked quickly.
He arranged for my hospitalization, securing a private room for me.
I didn’t have to worry about anything. All I had to do was sign the consent form when the time came.
During my hospital stay, aside from doctors and nurses, the person I saw most often was Caleb.
But between us, there wasn’t much to say.
After all, we were strangers.
Yet he didn’t seem to think so.
He always found excuses to wander into my room.
One day, I stared numbly at him as he brought in lunch. I couldn’t help but ask,
“Don’t you have anything better to do?”
Caleb smiled and said,
“Try it. Our housekeeper made it. I hope it suits your taste.”
“You need to rest well during this time.”
I forced a smile.
“Thank you, but you really don’t need to bring me food. I already ordered takeout.”
Hearing this, Caleb’s expression stiffened slightly,
“Takeout isn’t healthy. Nothing beats the soup our housekeeper makes.”
Just as Caleb was about to say more, someone knocked on the door.
Vivian peeked in,
“Caleb, I knew you’d be here.”
Vivian was in her hospital gown, wearing a bright smile as she said to me,
“Hello, I heard you’re the one who’s donating a kidney to me?”
“Thank you, Elise — may I call you that?”
I looked at Vivian. It was clear she had been well taken care of.
“Whatever.”
“Why did you come down? Are you feeling unwell?” Caleb went to support Vivian.
Vivian stuck out her tongue,
“Not at all. I just wanted to meet my savior.”
“And with the surgery coming up soon, Caleb, I’m a little scared.”
Caleb patted her head,
“I promise you, everything will be fine. The surgery will be over before you know it.”
“I trust you, Caleb.”
Vivian glanced around my room before hesitantly adding,
“Caleb, why didn’t you transfer Elise to a room on our floor? This room is a bit small. Will she be comfortable here?”
Before Caleb could respond, the bullet comments erupted:
[This feels a bit off — telling in front of the donor you’re scared.]
[What a b**ch. Oh, wow, so your room is better than hers?]
[Hey, no need to be so harsh. She was just asking out of concern.]
[Concern? Can’t you tell she’s subtly showing off that her room is better?]
[Why isn’t Caleb answering?]
[He can’t. If Elise were on the same floor, the other family members might run into her. He definitely arranged this on purpose.]
A moment later, Vivian’s phone rang.
“Mom, I just came out to find Caleb. Okay, I’ll head back with him now.”
Before leaving, Vivian politely smiled at me,
“Elise, Mom is calling. Caleb and I will head back now. I’ll visit again when I have time.”
A breeze swept through the hallway as they left.
As for the lunch Caleb brought, I left it untouched on the side.
I sat by the bed, gazing out the window at the scenery.
Actually, I first heard about Vivian’s condition from my roommate.
The day before, I had just finished my part-time job and returned to the dorm in a daze when I overheard my roommates talking:
“Did you hear? That wealthy girl from the neighboring department, Vivian, has been diagnosed with kidney failure.”
“Really?”
“It’s true. I even heard a rumor that her family is looking for a kidney match. The price would be huge.”
“Wait, shouldn’t family members be a better match?”
“Well, in wealthy families, things might be different. Who would willingly donate?”
My roommate, Leah, held up five fingers:
“I heard if you match, it’s at least this much.”
“Wow, five hundred thousand?”
“Yep.”
“I still wouldn’t do it. Who knows what losing a kidney would do to your body?”
“The chances of a stranger matching are pretty low. Probably none of us would match anyway.”
“Let’s not talk about this anymore. How did your interviews go? I’m so stressed.”
I paused on my way to wash up. Five hundred thousand — if I could match, that would be enough to cover my sister’s treatment.
I went for the matching test.
After the match was confirmed, Caleb urgently arranged to meet me, hoping I could be hospitalized as soon as possible.
When the bullet comments told me not to sign the contract, they didn’t know that I had already overheard Leah on the phone:
“Mr Song, I’ve already told Elise about it. What about the company interview…”
“No need for an interview. You can start directly.”
“Okay, thank you, Mr Song.”
When I met Caleb, I recognized his voice exactly the same as the man on Leah’s phone.
So Caleb had planned for the news to reach me.
He would never stand by and watch Vivian he had loved since childhood suffer. In his heart, no one was more important than her.
And I needed money.
The cost of my sister’s treatment was something I could never earn through part-time jobs alone.
So he knew I would take the initiative to get tested.
So the bullet comments never made me change my mind.
After all, what did blood relations matter?
His scheme against me had started long before we ever met.
From those comments flashing across, I had pieced together the truth of what had happened.
When I was three months old, my mother and father had a huge argument. In a fit of anger, my mother took me and left.
After driving for two hours, she was too tired and pulled over to rest.
When she woke up, I was gone.
Six months after I went missing, my aunt gave birth to a daughter but passed away due to complications.
After discussions, the Song family adopted the child.
Vivian became my mother’s lifeline.
And the Song brothers treated her as their real sister.
As for me, I was passed around by traffickers and eventually sold elsewhere.
My sister, like me, was a victim of trafficking.
The difference was that I was just a baby back then and didn’t remember anything.
But my sister was four years old. She had to endure all the darkness and pain.
After my sister fell ill, she had been worrying about leaving me alone in this world.
She once took me to the police station to file a report and had our blood samples taken for the database.
Actually, before the match with Vivian was confirmed, I had already received a message from the police about the results of the DNA test.
Caleb must have received the news too. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been in such a hurry to reach me.
My hospitalization was exactly a part of his plan.
But even though I returned to the Song family as the real heiress, it was more likely that they would try to guilt-trip me to donate my kidney to their beloved Vivian.
After all, the child they had raised for over twenty years and the one they had lost for over twenty years — their feelings for the two couldn’t be the same.
During my hospitalization, Caleb had initially arranged for a caregiver.
But he replaced her in a hurry.
Because Caleb accidentally overheard her complaining on the phone:
“It’s really unfair. This girl is going through such a major surgery, and no one comes to visit her. She’s all alone here.”
“The only person I’ve seen visiting is my employer, and they act strangely isolated. I wonder what their relationship is.”
Caleb immediately called to replace her and left in a hurry.
Half an hour after he left, someone else came to see me.
It was Emily Song, Caleb’s mother.
The new caregiver followed behind her.
Elegant yet decisive — that was my first impression of Mrs Song.
Bullet comments appeared:
[She’ll recognize her daughter, right?]
[Mrs Song has such a graceful presence.]
[Even if she doesn’t recognize her, our girl must mean something to her.]
Mrs Song spoke softly:
“Elise, I’m Caleb’s mother. I’ve arranged for a new caregiver for you.”
“I came to ask — are you volunteering for the transplantation? My son might be too worried about his sister. I’m afraid he might have done something foolish.”
I shook my head.
“You’re overthinking it. I’m doing this voluntarily. Your son and I signed a contract.”
Her gaze lingered on my eyes, and she seemed lost in thought for a moment.
Recovering, she glanced around the room.
“Are you here alone?”
“Yes.”
Her tone was hesitant, “Does your family know?”
I smiled faintly. “My agreement is all that matters.”
I knew that if my sister found out about the surgery, she would rush to the hospital, drag me out by my ear, and take me home.
In her eyes, nothing was more important than my health.
But in my eyes, her survival was everything.
Silence hung in the air. Mrs Song didn’t say much more.
Then Vivian appeared at my door.
“Mom, you’re here to see Elise too?”
Mrs Song quickly went to support her.
“Vivian, why are you here? Are you feeling unwell?”
Vivian shook her head.
“No, don’t worry, Mom. I just wanted to see my savior.”
“And with the surgery coming up, Elise, are you nervous? I’m a little scared.”
Mrs Song comforted her, “Don’t worry. Everything will go smoothly.”
Just as Mrs Song turned to reassure me, I shrugged and said calmly, “I’m not scared.”
As long as I thought about the five hundred thousand after the surgery, I felt motivated.
As for fear — it never crossed my mind.
Vivian smiled. “Elise is much braver than me. I should learn from you.”
She leaned on Mrs Song’s shoulder.
“Mom, you won’t think I’m cowardly, will you? I’m not as brave as Elise.”
Mrs Song patted her head.
“No, in my eyes, you’ve always been very brave.”
Bullet comments floated by:
[Such a familiar scene. Last time it was Caleb, this time it’s Mrs Song.]
[Vivian is really loved by the Song family.]
[I’ve noticed that when a Song visit Elise, Vivian always follows behind.]
[Exactly.]
[I wonder if she’s intentional or not.]
They made sure the caregiver was settled and left.
I have to say, the new caregiver was very observant and took care of everything.
I was taken good care of.
The day before the surgery, my sister called me.
She was excited.
“Elise, the police might have found your biological parents.”
My sister rambled on for a while, then asked if I wanted to meet them.
I knew my sister always wanted to make sure I was taken care of.
Before I could answer, Caleb burst into my room, sounding anxious,
“Can we move the surgery to tonight?”
I instinctively covered my phone, afraid my sister would hear something.
In all this time, I had never seen Caleb so frantic.
My sister, not hearing my response and catching snippets of another voice, paused,
“Elise, are you busy? Think it over and call me back when you’re free. If you decide to meet them, I’ll come with you.”
I nodded,
“Okay, Claire. Take care of yourself. Get some rest. I’ll see you when I get home.”
After hanging up, I looked at Caleb and said slowly, “Sure.”
Bullet comments swarmed again:
[No!]
[I feel so bad for our girl. Caleb doesn’t deserve to be her brother.]
[Why the rush? As if Vivian is his only sister!]
[They were so close. If she had just agreed to meet tomorrow, this wouldn’t be happening.]
[I bet Caleb knows the truth.]
[Probably because someone in the Song family found out about our girl. Caleb is panicking.]
[The Song parents are thrilled that their beloved daughter found a match.]
[I wonder how they’ll feel when they learn the donor is their biological daughter, sent to the operating table by their own son.]
[Didn’t Mrs Song sense something was off? She already met our girl.]
When Caleb heard my agreement, he froze, then asked inexplicably,
“Why are you agreeing so easily?”
I blinked. “Having the surgery a day earlier or later doesn’t make a difference to me.”
Hearing this, Caleb’s eyes darkened. “Then remember to fast during this time.”
Bullet comments flooded in:
[It does make a difference! Of course it does!]
[If it were a day later, I doubt the Song parents would let the surgery happen once they knew the truth.]
[I hope big brother finds out soon. I can’t stand seeing our girl suffer.]
[I think it’s a fair deal. The female lead isn’t losing out — she’s getting five hundred thousand. And she’s doing it voluntarily. Why do you think she’s being wronged?]
[When she’s found, it’s not like they won’t compensate her.]
[Why would you think a newly found daughter would be more important than one they raised for twenty years? Clearly, Vivian means more to the Songs right now.]
[If the female lead returned under these circumstances, the guilt-tripping would be even worse.]
The bullet comments made me smile. They echoed my thoughts exactly.
Caleb quickly discussed the new surgery time with the doctors.
Before being wheeled into the operating room, I saw Caleb surrounding Vivian’s gurney.
The others nearby were likely the Song family.
As we passed by, I locked eyes with one of Mrs Song, whose expression was unreadable.
Once in the operating room, I quickly lost consciousness.
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