Chapter 5

Dad looked at the ceiling with a complicated expression, then called his assistant in front of Mom.

"Go to my house right now and take Quinn away immediately. That boarding school I contacted before---I'll send you the address. The boarding school is in another province. Help Quinn pack extra clothes..."

Before Dad could finish, Mom snatched the phone.

"Make her stay there for the rest of her life! Don't let her set foot in this city again!"

The assistant quickly agreed and hung up.

Only then did Mom calm down and lie back peacefully under Dad's soothing.

Dad sighed and went to ask the doctor about her condition.

Passing by my sister's room, the heartache in his eyes nearly overflowed.

Because my sister's condition looked a hundred times worse than Mom's. Her face was white as paper, completely lifeless.

The doctor called Dad into the office and showed him the diagnosis.

"Mr. Carter, your wife's heart attack was severe this time, but she was treated promptly and should be fine. But your daughter was frightened. She's very young, and it's dangerous."

As Dad looked on in despair, the doctor patted his shoulder.

"However, we just learned there's a heart donor that matches your daughter. If you want to proceed with the heart transplant, I'll arrange it immediately."

Dad nodded repeatedly. "Doctor, yes, please save my daughter."

But Mom appeared behind Dad like a ghost.

"Why? Why did I wait all these years for a donor and never get one, but she gets one so young?"

Her tone was calm, yet chilling.

The doctor patiently explained, "Mrs. Carter, we're also sorry about this situation, but..."

Mom didn't give the doctor a chance to finish.

"No. I won't allow it!" She was gasping heavily, her eyes bloodshot and obsessive.

Then she ran to my sister's bedside, yanked off the oxygen tube, and shook her small shoulders violently.

"I thought you were like me, that you'd always be on my side. But now... you're just like Quinn. You're both liars. Neither of you deserves to be my child! You should die. Just die!"

I was stunned by this series of events.

The mother who just moments ago showered my sister with extreme love, who let her act spoiled, who was willing to sacrifice everything for her.

How had she now become this crazed creature?

I suddenly realized she didn't love me or my sister.

Or rather, her favoritism toward my sister was built entirely on the foundation of my sister being sick.

Mom's screaming continued. "Why am I the only one in this family who has to suffer? I won't allow it! I won't!"

As she spoke, she squeezed my sister's neck with all her strength.

My sister's eyes flew open, unable to believe that the person trying to kill her was her own mother.

Mom's strength was enormous. It took Dad and several medical staff together to pull her away.

In the chaos, Dad's phone rang at the worst possible moment.

Dad couldn't answer and hung up several times.

Only after the doctor finally gave Mom a sedative and she calmed down did Dad open his phone.

What appeared before his eyes were several photos and a message from his assistant.

[Mr. Carter, this is bad. Quinn... she's dead!]