He Faked a Disease to Test Me for Three Years, I Used the Time to Earn My Escape Chapter 09
Adrian thought about how the people who had raised me had been arrested because I had collected evidence and reported them to the police.
For a moment, his head spun so violently that he almost could not stay on his feet.
So Ava was the traffickers’ daughter all along.
Back then, Ava’s parents had kidnapped me and then abandoned their own biological daughter at a group home.
They taught Ava to imitate my expressions, my gestures, and even the way I spoke.
That way, when the Whitmore family came to adopt a child, they would be drawn to her at once.
Back then, Ava was not called Ava Whitmore yet.
Her original name was Jenna Lane.
That was why when I said the name “Jenna,” she had completely panicked.
She staged an entire fake trafficking incident and framed me for it.
All so the Whitmore family would feel even more sorry for her and hate me even more.
All these years, Ava had never cut ties with her biological parents. Instead, she had been secretly sending them money.
I discovered the truth only after I came into this world. The original Ivy Lane had known nothing about it.
The mission the System gave me was to complete Ivy Lane’s Unfinished-Wish Commission.
Her wish was for me to take her home.
So while enduring abuse from the people who had raised me, I secretly searched
for evidence and reported them.
I found the messages between them and Ava on their phones.
That was how I learned Ava’s original name.
At first, I thought Ava had truly died in the car accident along with my parents.
If that were the case, Ivy Lane’s only remaining family would have been Adrian.
But when I met Adrian, the System gave no notification. The mission had not succeeded.
So I had no choice but to care for Adrian in Ivy’s place.
It was not until Adrian personally said at the private club that he would bring me back to the Whitmore family that the System finally judged the mission complete.
At last, I could return to my own home.
I could go back to the person I had been longing to see.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw a familiar ceiling.
It was yellowed and stained with old water marks.
It was the bedroom at the group home where I had lived for more than ten years.
I shot upright and checked the time, so excited I nearly rolled off the bed.
With trembling hands, I dialed a number. The few seconds I spent waiting felt even longer than the three years I had just lived through.
Then I heard a hoarse voice. “Hello? Ivy?”
The familiar voice made my tears fall instantly.
“Mason…”
I had only said one word before I could not continue.
I had not cried when I was burdened with the guilt of three deaths. I had not cried when I was diagnosed with leukemia. I had not cried when I learned I had been deceived. I had not cried even as the last of my blood drained from me.
But now, I had finally heard Mason’s voice. I had confirmed that he was still alive.
I could not hold back anymore, and I broke down completely.
“Ivy?”
The voice on the other end turned panicked.
“What happened? Are you okay? Talk to me. Don’t scare me.”