He Faked a Disease to Test Me for Three Years, I Used the Time to Earn My Escape Chapter 11
Mason frowned. “Your real job is to study hard. Don’t worry about anything else.”
“If you keep going to the construction site, I won’t go to college.”
My attitude was firm. As I spoke, I reached for my acceptance letter as if I were about to tear it up.
Mason was so startled that he quickly stopped me.
But I refused to back down. “If you go to the construction site, I’ll go with you. If you carry bags of cement, I’ll carry bags of cement. If you tie rebar, I’ll tie rebar.”
Mason panicked. “Why would a girl like you go to a construction site? Your hands are meant to hold a pen.”
My tears fell again. “Mason, please. Just promise me.”
In the end, Mason gave in.
He took a job as a sorter at a logistics warehouse, where he would not have to climb such high scaffolding.
Only after Mason safely made it past the accident that was supposed to take his life did I finally relax.
I also picked up short-term work before school started and made a little money.
I applied for student loans. After classes began, I registered with the campus work-study office and took a weekend job shelving books at the library.
The pressure on Mason eased a lot.
After I persuaded him over and over, he finally started saving money for himself instead of sending it all to me.
When I received a scholarship, I arranged physical exams for both of us.
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After confirming that we were both healthy, Mason complained that I was wasting money, but he smiled so widely he could not hide it.
I life was peaceful, and I was more content than I had ever been.
Mason was alive.
He was right beside me.
And I was fine too.
Just as I had almost forgotten the System existed, it appeared again.
It told me what had happened in that other world.
After Adrian heard Ava expose the truth over the phone, he stormed into her room and hit her.
At first, Ava cried and insisted it was a misunderstanding, saying Adrian had misheard her.
It was not until Adrian visited the couple serving time in prison and confirmed from them that Ava was their biological daughter that Ava finally panicked completely.
My mother had loved Ava the most.
And the more she had loved her, the angrier she became after learning the truth.
“While my daughter was being beaten, cursed at, and tortured by your parents until she would rather have died, you were living with the Whitmores, sipping high-end collagen tonics and wearing luxury skincare masks. What gave you the right?”
Ava was terrified. She grabbed my mother’s hand. “Mom…”
“Don’t call me that!”
My mother slapped Ava across the face and screamed, “You don’t deserve to call me Mom. I’m not your mother. Your mother is a human trafficker. You’re a bad seed too. Why don’t you just die?”
The thought that he had raised his enemy’s child like a treasure while his own biological daughter struggled in pain, waiting to come home, made my father furious.
He threw Ava out of the house on the spot, petitioned to void her adoption, and cut every legal tie with her.
Adrian reclaimed every asset under Ava’s name, froze all her bank accounts, and filed a civil fraud lawsuit against her.