To save my mother, I secretly donated a kidney to her. But the "real" daughter claimed the credit for my sacrifice. Disregarding our eighteen years of mother-daughter bond, Mom kicked me out of the house, scolding me: "No wonder you're not a Vance. Raising you for eighteen years was less worth it than the daughter I just found!" I tried desperately to explain, but she wouldn't believe a word. Until I was rushed into the ER for severe post-op anemia. I cried and begged my mom to save me. Instead, she crushed my only blood bag. "You ungrateful wretch! You deserve to die." Later, as she wished, I really died. And Mom went insane over a kidney donation confidentiality agreement. 1 Post-surgery, pale and weak, I went to check on Mom's recovery. Not wanting to worry her, I peeked through the door. Seeing her rosy complexion, I knew the transplant was a success. Just as I was about to go change out of my hospital gown to celebrate, a familiar voice called out from behind. "Sweetie, where are you going?" Mom's voice was choked with emotion. My heart skipped a beat. Did she find out I was the donor? I clutched the confidentiality agreement in my hand, unsure of how to start. Suddenly, a girl about my age shoved past me. "Mom, are you feeling better? I thought I'd never see you again." Mom stroked Chloe's hair lovingly. "Silly child, it's all thanks to you donating a kidney. Otherwise, I'd be gone." I knew Chloe. She showed up a few days before Mom's surgery, claiming to be the long-lost biological daughter of the Vance family, armed with a DNA test. Mom immediately renamed her Chloe Vance. Before they could celebrate their reunion, Mom's kidney disease flared up, and she was hospitalized. While everyone was busy testing for a match, I disappeared. Because I matched first and was already wheeled into the OR. I hadn't even had the chance to tell Mom, yet Chloe had already stolen the credit? The agreement in my hand clearly stated the donor: "Patient's Biological Daughter." I am Mom's biological daughter. Who is Chloe? As far as I knew, Mom only gave birth to one child—me. Whoever she was, trying to deceive my mom and steal my credit, I had to expose her. Ignoring the pain from my incision, I squeezed through the crowd. "Mom, are you feeling any better?" Mom just had surgery; she couldn't get agitated. So I didn't confront her directly. Her health came first. Mom, who was smiling just a moment ago, dropped her face when she saw me. "Unlucky for you, I'm still alive." I froze, frowning slightly. "I didn't mean that. I'm genuinely worried about you." Mom scoffed. "You didn't mean what?" "Where were you when everyone was rushing to get tested for me?" "Even if you're not biological, I raised you for eighteen years." "Even the neighbor's dog whines when it sees me in pain, but you were nowhere to be found." I stood there, stunned, as everyone's gaze turned to me. I never expected Mom to humiliate me in front of so many people. Or compare me to a dog. Chloe seized the moment, gently patting Mom's chest. "Don't be mad, Mom. Sister Harper must have had her own things to do." "But no matter how busy, what could be more important than Mom's life?" Chloe covered her mouth in mock surprise. "Oh, I forgot!" "Sister Harper is just the fake daughter who stole my identity, not Mom's real flesh and blood." "Forget it, I don't blame you. After all, there's no blood bond." Chloe peeled an apple for Mom as she spoke. The relatives present didn't know why Mom called Chloe her daughter. Now she gave herself the perfect opening. Since she brought it up, I might as well clear the air. I walked to Mom's side, righteous indignation filling me. "Chloe, you know perfectly well whether you're the real Vance daughter. Do I have to expose you in front of everyone?" I was imposing. I thought she would be scared, have a conscience, and stop lying to Mom. Chloe walked up to me. "Sister Harper, I know you don't want to accept the truth." "But you can't push me!" I didn't understand what she meant. Suddenly, Chloe threw herself against the corner of the table. From that angle, no one but us could see what happened. Chloe clutched her stomach, blood seeping out. The location of the wound was exactly where my incision was. Mom was furious and slapped me hard. "Harper Vance, how did I raise such an ingrate!" 2 I stared at Chloe's wound, unable to process what I saw. "Help! Doctor! Chloe fainted!" Mom stood up anxiously, shoving me aside. The double impact tore my incision open. Mom paused at the sound, looking at me suspiciously. "What's wrong with you?" Before I could speak, Chloe raised a weak hand. "Don't blame Sister Harper. I shouldn't have stolen Mom from her, or insisted on donating my kidney." I opened my mouth, but the pain in my waist silenced me. Mom looked at me clutching the same spot as Chloe and sneered. "You're not going to say you donated a kidney too, are you?" My eyes lit up. I nodded vigorously. But Mom doused me with cold water. "Eighteen years and you've learned to lie. No wonder you're not a Vance." "I don't know where you came from, mooching off us for eighteen years. Bad blood truly never changes." I looked at Mom in disbelief. Before Chloe appeared, she never spoke to me like this. Before I could grieve, the doctor arrived. My hand was soaked in blood. A strong survival instinct surged through my dizzy brain. "Save me first!" That Chloe is a fake. As long as I survive, I can explain everything to Mom. I stumbled to the doctor's feet. "Save me first." With my last ounce of strength, I lifted my shirt, revealing a four-inch incision. Everyone gasped. Even Mom looked shocked. "Harper, why do you have such a big..." "Mom, Chloe might not make it. You have to live well with her kidney." Chloe raised her hand to touch Mom's face. Almost instantly, Mom kicked me away and carried Chloe to the doctor. "Doctor, save my daughter first! She just donated a kidney to me." "You must save her!" The doctors quickly put Chloe on a stretcher, then prepared a second one for me. Thank god doctors have a duty to save lives. I was glad I showed the doctor my wound. Otherwise, I would have bled to death in the ward. If I died, who would clear my name? I exhaled a long breath. But my relief was short-lived. "The patient is hemorrhaging. The blood bank is low on her type." "Good news is we have one bag left that matches. Bad news is we have two patients!" I widened my eyes in disbelief. "Chloe has the same blood type as me?" 3 How could there be such a coincidence? I have a DNA test, she has one. I have a kidney donation scar, she has one. I have post-op anemia, she has it too. I gripped the bedsheets. When Mom passed the OR, I called out to her. "Mom, give the blood bag to me, please?" "I really am your daughter." My bloody handprints stained the glass of the OR door. Mom looked impatient. "You wouldn't even donate a kidney, and now you beg me to save you? Keep dreaming." I pulled up my shirt with all my might. "Mom, I don't know why Chloe has the same scar, but I really donated the kidney." "I grew up with you. How could I leave you to die?" Mom saw my scars again. "Then why does Chloe have the exact same one?" Before I could answer, the doctor came to ask for Mom's decision. "Mrs. Vance, you are the guardian for both. We only have one blood bag. You must choose." Tears streamed down my face as I pounded on the glass. "Mom, save me! Please, I really am your daughter!" Mom gritted her teeth, her voice decisive. "Save Chloe!" My eyes widened in horror. Mom really wouldn't give me the chance to live. I was the daughter she raised. Yet I meant less than a "real daughter" who just showed up. Just because Chloe "donated" a kidney? But I was the donor! I slapped the glass hard. "Mom, believe me! I really am your daughter! Please, save me!" "Mom, please!" "Don't go!" Mom looked at me with disgust. "Who knows if you were swapped when you got lost as a kid? Maybe you're faking the scar now that Chloe is back." My mind went blank. I did get lost once as a child. But Grandma found me. That's no reason for Mom to distrust me. Is donating an organ the only proof of kinship to her? Won't she even investigate? I gave everything for her. I don't understand why Chloe appeared out of nowhere. She fit the narrative so perfectly. In my despair, even I started to think I was the fake, and Chloe was the real daughter. But that's not the truth! It's not! Blood gushed from the wound in my waist. Am I going to die? As my vision blurred, a nurse rushed in with a blood bag. "Quick! Get her on the table for transfusion!" My heart jolted. "Did Mom give me the only chance?" "Does she believe I'm her daughter?" 4 I lay on the operating table. Doctors and nurses raced against time to save me. As the wound was stitched, the blood transfusion began. The weakness faded slightly. I thought I was a goner. Mom must have believed me. My lips moved slightly, cracking open a large split. The nurse told me not to move. I nodded. Suddenly, Mom stormed into the OR. "Chloe didn't get the blood! Why are you getting it?" "Chloe just came back to me. She saved my life. I can't let her die!" "Chloe is unconscious, and you're here enjoying the fruits of her labor!" I looked up sharply. This blood wasn't Mom's choice. It was Chloe's sacrifice? No... "Mom, I thought you gave it to me." I bit my lip, feeling wronged. Mom's eyes bulged with rage. "Me? Give it to an ingrate like you? Never!" "Chloe's life is hanging by a thread. I wouldn't save you even if you died!" With that, Mom squeezed the blood bag until it burst. Watching my only lifeline destroyed by my own mother, I broke down. "Mom! I'm going to die! Why won't you believe me?!" "I am your daughter!" "I donated the kidney! Why won't you believe me?!" I screamed the words. Mom froze, her aggressive demeanor faltering. She reached out subconsciously. "Harper, I..." Before she could finish, the doctor announced, "Chloe is awake." Mom's eyes lit up with excitement, and she ran to Chloe. I lay on the cold table, my heart sinking to the abyss. The nurse kept trying to save me. But I had already been diagnosed with severe anemia. That bag was my only chance. Why didn't Mom give me a chance to live? Why? Large tears rolled down my cheeks, mixing with the blood gushing from my mouth. My face was sticky. I couldn't tell blood from tears. The nurse tried everything. But I was running dry. I never imagined donating a kidney to save Mom would be the start of my death. I never imagined why a "real daughter" would suddenly appear. In my despair, I wondered if I was the impostor. But the truth wasn't like that! Blood poured from my mouth. I knew my time was up. The heart monitor beeped beside me. I looked at the ceiling, unwilling to accept this. "God, why play this joke on me?" "Why let a stranger ruin my life?!" The monitor flatlined. I felt a massive force pulling me. Floating in mid-air, looking down at my gruesome corpse, I realized I was truly dead. My face was bloodless, paler than bleached pork. Now that I'm dead, Mom must be happy, right? The force pulled my soul to Mom's side. She was weeping, holding Chloe tight. "Thank god it was just a scare. I thought I'd never see you again." The usually poised career woman was now a tearful mess. She used to worry about me like this when I was sick. But since Chloe appeared, everything changed. Just as Chloe was about to cuddle up to Mom, a strange electronic voice echoed in the room. "Warning! Warning! Transmigrator used illegal operations during the mission, causing the death of the original protagonist." "Mission failed. Punishment: Three days and nights of electric shock." Mom looked at Chloe, who was being dragged away by an invisible force, in shock. "What's happening, daughter?" Massive currents of electricity coursed through Chloe. Mom realized the electronic voice wasn't a hallucination. "You're not my daughter?!" 5 Chloe's body stiffened. After the shock, she collapsed, paralyzed. The system's punishment wasn't continuous. It paused to let her recover, then started again. The waiting was more torture than the pain. Mom grabbed Chloe's shoulders, shaking her awake. "What was that system?" "And are you really not my daughter?" Mom's grip tightened. Chloe curled up in pain. "Mom, I am your daughter. It hurts." Mom repeated, "Explain what that voice meant!" Chloe's eyes widened. "You... you heard it?" Mom paused. She was smart. The truth was right there. Chloe wasn't her daughter; she was a transmigrator. Mom choked out, "Then... did you donate the kidney?" Chloe tried to lie for her mission. But another round of shocks forced the truth out. I was the "Real Daughter" in a switched-at-birth story. When I got lost as a child, Chloe, the transmigrator, was supposed to be the "Real Daughter" swapped by the nanny, suffering abuse until reclaiming her identity. But to speed up her "capture target" progress (Mom), Chloe cheated. She decided that if I died, Mom's guilt would transfer to her as love. So she forged the DNA test, the scar... everything to mimic me. Mom trembled, slapping Chloe across the face. "So to achieve your goal, you made me say those horrible things to Harper?" Chloe curled up, silent, as the next shock hit. Mom's pupils constricted. "My Harper!" She ran in her heels to my OR. She arrived just as the nurse pulled the white sheet over my face. "What are you doing! My daughter is fine! Why cover her face?" "You're cursing her! I'll report you!"
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