I Thought 'Home' Meant Warmth Nope, Just a Doghouse... Till I'm the HEIR, And It's novel Chapter 17

Chapter 9

“All the blood in those bags came from the same person/”

“It’s all Dawn Porter’s”

I watched as Mom’s hands, clutching the report, began to tremble more and more violently-until finally, the paper slipped from her fingers and fluttered to the

Boor.

I don’t believe it. That much blood-how is that even possible?”

Mom paced aimlessly around the station.

“She’s not an idiot. She wouldn’t just lie there and let someone keep draining her dry…”

As if suddenly remembering something. Mom’s head shot up. She stared at Officer William.

The body… Where’s the body?”

You didn’t find Dawn’s body, did you?”

That means she’s still alive. Still alive! It’s impossible-impossible that she’d just die like that.”

looked at Mom with sorrow and helplessness.

For the first time, I wished I really were still alive.

Officer William looked at her gravely.

After a long silence, he spoke again.

We interrogated Lily Porter. She’s confessed to everything.”

On the day of Dawn’s last blood draw, after school, Lily took Dawn up the mountain. She drew enough blood for the surgery up there, then left Dawn to come

lown the mountain alone.”

We also… found Dawn’s body.”

Due to excessive blood loss, Dawn fell into a stream on her way down the mountain.”

The body is currently being held at the morgue next door.”

You can go see-”

Before Officer William could finish, Mom had already stumbled unsteadily toward the interrogation room.

Why? Why did you drain my daughter of all her blood?”

Mom stared at Lily, enunciating each word like a demand.

“Why?” Lily let out a derisive laugh. She looked up and glared at Mom. “Because I hate you.”

Her eyes brimmed with venom.

I froze. Mom had always been so good to Lily.

And hadn’t Lily always loved Mom?

Mom stood rigid, unable to speak for a long time.

“I save you, but you hate me… why?” Finally, the word clawed its way out of her throat.

Lily laughed softly.

Without waiting for an answer, she continued. “Because I took those drugs you developed for your ‘dream.”

“You never loved me. You only love yourself.”

I was just a tool for your fame and fortune.”

Lily stared at Mom with venom, her eyes reddening.

“I never liked rock climbing, hiking, skateboarding, or trekking. I liked sitting quietly in my room and painting.”

“But you! You threw away my brushes. You said I shouldn’t confine myself indoors. You made me go out and experience the world.”

“But what I hated most was being forced to go out and do all those things-only to come back to the operating room, lie down on a hospital bed, and wait like some useless invalid for someone else’s blood!”

“If I’d just been allowed to stay quiet, nothing would’ve happened.”

“I could’ve enjoyed the thing I loved most-painting. I could’ve lived like a normal kid and been happy every day.”

‘Instead. I was stuck lying in a hospital, watching other kids walk around in the sunlight!”

Lily looked up at Mom again, tears and anguish flooding her eyes.

‘But you wouldn’t leave me alone. You made me take your experimental drugs. Over and over again.”

YOUR drugs destroyed my kidneys! Destroyed my whole life!!”

‘So what’s wrong with me using your daughter’s blood to get my health back?”