He Faked a Disease to Test Me for Three Years, I Used the Time to Earn My Escape Chapter 07
He had imagined that I might hate him, but he thought that was fine. I would hate him for a while, then get over it. After all, there would be plenty of time to make it up to me later.
He even wanted me to hate him first and then forgive him.
That way, I would cherish this family even more, and I would get along better with Ava too.
The one thing he had never imagined was that I would die.
The hallway outside the ER was so quiet that only the sound of breathing remained.
Adrian was covered in my blood, and his hands would not stop shaking.
He knew my body had already gone cold.
But he still clung to one last trace of hope.
Maybe I could still be saved.
Before long, my parents arrived at the hospital too.
Ava had just returned home, disheveled and shaken, so they left her at the estate.
The three of them waited outside the ER. No one said a word.
Then the doors opened, and the doctor came out.
“I’m sorry. We did everything we could, but she was brought in too late. I’m sorry for your loss.”
My mother swayed, and my father held her up, though his own hands were trembling too.
The doctor flipped through my medical records and chose his words carefully.
“The patient had been living with leukemia for quite some time. Based on her records, if it had been detected and treated early, there was a chance it could have been brought under control.”
“But her first hospital visit was a year ago, and by then, the leukemia had already reached the mid-to-late stage. There was still a treatment window at that point, but unfortunately, she declined hospitalization and never started medication.”
“The record notes the reason as financial hardship.”
“There was another emergency record from three days ago. A passerby found her collapsed on the street and called 911.”
“If she had been hospitalized then, we could at least have reduced her pain and made her final days easier.”
“I didn’t expect that only three days later…”
Adrian did not hear whatever else the doctor said.
His ears buzzed, and his mind was filled with the image of me silently enduring everything without complaint.
He had watched me grow thinner and thinner with his own eyes, my face changing from pale to sallow.
He had thought I was simply eating too little.
He had never imagined that his illness was fake, while the one who was truly dying was me.
When he saw me again, I was lying quietly on a hospital bed.
Adrian suddenly remembered the little girl from his childhood who used to trail after him, call his name, and reach up for him to carry her.
Our parents were rarely home, so little Ivy clung to him every day.
Back then, she had looked at him as if he were her whole world.
Now those eyes would never open again.
The realization hit Adrian like a blow to the head.
What had he done over the past three years?
I was his own sister.
I was the little sister he had once loved more than anyone.