I Thought 'Home' Meant Warmth Nope, Just a Doghouse... Till I'm the HEIR, And It's novel Chapter 9

Chapter 1

think My mom doesn’t love ine-she only remembers I exist when my sister needs a transfusion.

When I’m so anemic I can barely see straight and can hardly walk, Mom clutches my sister protectively and snaps at me:

Stop being so dramatic over a little blood draw. You should be grateful you can help your sister!”

his time, my sister, who’s in kidney failure, has finally found a match.

tom, the lead surgeon, has been preparing everything down to the last detail.

ut right before the operation, I’m nowhere to be found.

tom explodes: “That cursed girl! Giving a little blood won’t kill her!”

Chat Mom doesn’t know is that by the time she says this, I’ve already been drained of every drop of blood and left dead in the mountains.

tom peeled off her sterile gloves and carefully recounted the blood bags in front of her.

How are we two bags short?”

n the operating room, Mom shot the young nurse a withering look.

We had enough yesterday, didn’t we?”

ler tone dripped with accusation.

Early this morning, the ER admitted a patient with a GI bleed who was also Rh-negative…” The nurse stammered out an explanation.

turned to look at the glass cabinet beside me, but I couldn’t see my reflection.

he tiny spark of hope I’d been clinging to plummeted straight to rock bottom, the pain sharp and real.

o-I really am dead.

Keep her under anesthesia for now.” Mom barked out the order and strode out of the OR.

glanced at the person on the operating table. Of course-it was my sister, Lily Porter.

eah, figures.

he only person who could make the usually composed Dr. Porter snap at her staff was Lily.

passed through the wall. Mom was on the phone, her voice cold and commanding:

Get to the hospital right now for a blood draw.”

knew with absolute certainty-that message was meant for me.

hree years ago, after Grandpa died saving my life, Mom screamed that I was a plague on the family and disowned me on the spot.

That is, until my sister wiped out on her bike one day, bleeding non-stop. The hospital blood bank didn’t have enough Rh-negative.

Mom had no choice but to text me, ordering me to the hospital to donate for Lily.

After that, blood transfusions became the only reason Mom ever contacted me.

My heart had gone numb with pain long ago, but my eyes still betrayed me, welling up with tears as I looked at my sister.

Three months ago, Lily was diagnosed with kidney failure.

Mom pulled out all the stops-giving speeches, going on TV, leveraging every connection she had-until finally, she found Lily a kidney match.

The problem was, the hospital’s Rh-negative blood supply was nowhere near enough to get Lily through the surgery,

My sister has hemophilia Even a tiny scratch can make her bleed for hours.

And this wasn’t a scratch-this was major surgery. They’d be cutting her wide open to transplant a kidney.

So Mom mobilized every nursing intern in the hospital, seruling them out in blood donation vans all over the state to collect Rh-negative blood for Lily.

Finally, after all that scrambling, everything was ready yesterday. And then this happened.

A minute passeit. When I didn’t reply to her message, Mom’s expression curdled with irritation, her brow furrowing into a hard line.

I let out a soft sigh. If I hadn’t died yesterday, I would’ve texted back “okay” in a heartbeat and jumped in an Uber straight to the hospital.

“Dr. Porter!” The nurse burst out of the OR, her face tight with panic.

The patient’s blood pressure just dropped. If we keep her under much longer, It could affect her heart…”

Mom’s eyelid twitched. She stood there for a moment, thinking hard, then snapped, “Stop the anesthesia. Move her back to her room.”

The next second, she ripped off her mask and spoke into the phone, each word deliberate and cold:

“Killing my father wasn’t enough for you-now you want to kill my daughter too?”

My eyes, already red and swollen, couldn’t hold back anymore. Tears came pouring out.

No. No, that’s not true, Mom.

I didn’t want to hurt Lily. And I never wanted Grandpa to die.

I’m dead. I can’t donate blood anymore.

And besides… I’m your daughter too.