Chapter 3

After a busy morning, finally settling everything in my new place, I got a call from Luna:

“Luna, I went for the test today, and they even gave me a pack of medicine, saying I had to finish it before recognizing the billionaire. Aren’t you a med student? Check if this medicine has any issues.”

Listening to her commanding tone, I felt a chill in my heart.

Luna was always like this, demanding me to help her family cut lines at the hospital and even expecting me to pay for their treatments.

Every time I ran around for her family, Luna took it for granted, acting like she deserved it.

“This is a job for the testing department, and this medicine is from your dad’s company, Longevity Pharmaceuticals. Detailed testing fees would be thousands.”

Hearing this, Luna immediately panicked: “What testing? Aren’t you a doctor! Luna, I thought we were best friends, and you mention money!”

I laughed bitterly inside. Luna clearly felt something was off, so she came to me for reassurance. If anything happened, she’d blame it on me. Where’s the fairness in that!

On the other end, Luna continued ranting: “You won’t even help with this simple thing! You’ve become so heartless! If it weren’t for me saving you from that fire back then…”

Hearing her mention it, I couldn’t help but retort: “Luna, did you really save me back then?”

In eighth grade, there was a severe fire in my school building. I fell unconscious. When I woke up, only Luna was beside me.

She swore she saved me, claiming I owed her my life, which led to years of being her doormat, repaying her life-saving grace.

Until my last life, when I was dying, she told me: “Why should you have a better life than me? I locked you in the classroom on purpose, yet you didn’t die.”

“The hospital arranged for us to share a ward. I wanted you to feel this debt for life.”

There was silence on the other end.

After a while, Luna stammered: “What do you mean, Luna? Who told you such nonsense? If it wasn’t me, who else could it be? I’m not going to argue with you, just help me check this medicine.”

Hearing her denial, I couldn’t help but laugh coldly.

In fact, in my previous life, Luna secretly went to the testing agency to verify her blood and, after getting the medicine, immediately asked me.

"Just as the hospital conveniently placed us in the same room, I'll make sure you feel what it's like to owe me for a lifetime!"

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the line.

After a moment, Fiona stammered, "What are you talking about, Daphne? Who's been feeding you this nonsense? If it's not me, then who could it be? I'm not wasting any more time. Get this drug tested for me now."

Hearing her stubborn denial, I couldn't help but scoff.

In my previous life, Fiona had secretly gone for a blood test at a lab right after receiving the drug. Using my own money, I had it sent to the most reputable and fastest testing center. As expected, I discovered the drug had never undergone any human trials.

In short, people like Fiona were being used as guinea pigs for experiments.

This was Longevity Pharmaceuticals' latest project, marketed under the pretense of "blood purification," claiming to filter harmful substances from the blood.

Elderly relatives were injected with blood from younger, genetically related family members, supposedly prolonging life and preventing aging.

Many people who acknowledged kinship and took this "blood purification drug" suffered severe blood coagulation issues, leading to organ failure, and many died. Fiona, following my advice, didn't take the drug and avoided disaster.

Later, she believed it was a necessary process for the billionaire to select heirs, thinking those who died from the drug were unhealthy. She was convinced she would be the one to survive and inherit the wealth.

Because I repeatedly stopped her, she believed I had ulterior motives and couldn't bear to see her succeed, causing her to miss the chance to climb the social ladder.

This time, I decided to play along with her:

"If this drug is tested and the billionaire finds out, could it affect your eligibility for acknowledgment?"

"Will it?" Fiona hesitated on the phone.

I smiled, calmly preparing to give her another nudge.

"After all, the billionaire is your biological father. He wouldn't harm you, right?"