Chapter 2

So I was just a test subject.

The star of a reality show called "Heir Selection."

The "destitute home" was a set.

The "terminal cancer" was a script.

The "devoted relationship" was an act.

My twenty years of life had been an absolute joke.

A young woman in business attire walked in.

It was Natalie, my "distant cousin."

She used to come to my place with such a superior air to "bring warmth," tossing me a few old clothes.

Now she stood respectfully before my parents.

"Morgan's funeral arrangements..."

"Don't mention her again!"

Mom cut her off sharply.

"A defective product—why bring her up?"

"Just find any crematorium, burn her, scatter the ashes in the ocean. Save the space."

Natalie bowed her head. "Yes."

"Oh, that Julian performed well."

Dad suddenly spoke.

"He did an excellent job inducing Morgan to save money for medicine. Give him a two hundred thousand dollar bonus."

My eyes flew wide open.

Julian. My boyfriend.

The man who always held me gently, saying "Morgan, your mother's illness comes first. We can endure hardship."

The man who watched me eat bread while secretly eating fried chicken in the bathroom.

He was an actor too.

An "NPC" they'd hired specifically to drain my last drop of blood.

"Julian asked if he could participate in Rachel's test?"

Natalie asked carefully.

Mom gave a contemptuous laugh.

"That kind of pretty boy who only knows how to deceive idiots? Only someone as brainless as Morgan would fall for him."

"Tell him to get lost."

"The White family heir doesn't need such low-level emotional tests."

I stared at them intently.

Hatred surged through my chest like molten lava.

Why?

Just because you're rich, you can toy with my life at will?

Just because I'm your daughter, I deserve to be your guinea pig for heir selection?

I hate them. I hate them so much!

If I could do it all again, I would never be that obedient daughter waiting to be slaughtered.

I would return every bit of suffering from these twenty years to them—a thousand, ten thousand times over!

A violent tearing sensation came from deep within my soul.

Everything went black.

When I opened my eyes again, I heard familiar coughing.

"Cough, cough... Morgan, my stomach condition seems to be getting worse..."