He Faked a Disease to Test Me for Three Years, I Used the Time to Earn My Escape Chapter 06
He spent half the night coaxing Ava before finally hanging up.
The next day, he told me his condition had worsened and that he needed a higher dosage of medication.
When he watched me take on extra delivery orders in the early hours of the morning just to scrape together the added cost, all he thought was that Ava was still young and needed a little more time to adjust.
Later, he grew used to the days when I supported him in his wheelchair. He even found an unspeakable kind of pleasure in it.
His muscles were strong, and his body was perfectly healthy.
But when he leaned against me and watched me grit my teeth as I supported his weight, it gave him a sense of satisfaction, as if he were my entire world and I could not survive without him.
Adrian had never felt that kind of worshipful dependence from anyone else.
Not even from Ava.
Ava had so much love. She had my parents’ love, Adrian’s love, and her friends’ love.
But I had nothing.
I had only him.
Whenever Adrian thought of that, he felt that a life where I cared for him with everything I had might not be so bad if it lasted a little longer.
Later, he watched me grow thinner and thinner.
My already gaunt face grew even paler, and my wrists became so thin they looked as if they would snap with the slightest pressure.
He finally felt that the test had gone on for more than two years and should come to an end.
But the moment Ava heard Adrian’s decision, her voice filled with fear.
“It’s only been two years. Can that really undo ten years of influence? What if she’s pretending?”
“Given everything the Whitmores have, faking it for a while would be worth it if it meant getting that much of the family fortune.”
“What if she comes after me the moment she moves back into the Whitmore family?”
“After all, I’m the outsider.”
My mother thought Ava had a point, so she agreed. “Why don’t we test her for another six months? Time will show us who she really is. You’ll be responsible for managing the family assets someday, so there’s nothing wrong with being a little more cautious about a new member of the family.”
And so Adrian dragged it out for another six months.
Again and again, he delayed it until a test that was originally supposed to last one month turned into three years.
When he took out that bank card, he thought he was being generous.
There was far more money on that card than I had earned from working over the past three years.
It was not only enough to cover the cost of every pill he had thrown away, but also enough to let me live comfortably for the rest of my life.
He had even planned out my future.
First, I would make up the high school courses I had missed. Then I would get into a decent college.
After graduation, he would arrange an office job for me at a friend’s company.
It would not be tiring. It would be respectable. It would sound good when people asked.
He wanted me to become a true Whitmore daughter, someone people respected just like Ava.
He had imagined that when I learned the truth, I might break down, cry, and ask him how he could be so cruel.
He had even prepared an entire speech, covering everything from the family’s interests to basic human nature, from the so-called blood of traffickers to how time would reveal a person’s true character.
He had memorized every word.