He Faked a Disease to Test Me for Three Years, I Used the Time to Earn My Escape Chapter 08
When had that love faded?
When had it been replaced?
Adrian did not know.
Just then, Adrian’s phone rang.
“Hello, am I speaking with Mr. Whitmore? This is the guest services manager from the Sterling Grand Hotel.”
“Yesterday afternoon, one of the Whitmore family’s guests fainted in a restroom at our hotel and was found by our cleaning staff. Is the guest all right now? Is she doing okay?”
Adrian opened his mouth, but his throat felt blocked.
What had he been doing yesterday afternoon?
He had been clinking glasses with business partners, and when he left, he had completely forgotten about his own biological sister.
Later, when Ava did not come home and he could not get through to my phone, his first thought had been that I had driven Ava away. The moment he saw me, he had thrown an ashtray at me.
When he watched my mother slap me, he had not felt sorry for me at all.
Instead, he had thought she had not hit me hard enough.
He had even been thinking that if anything happened to Ava, he would punish me severely.
My mother asked Adrian what was going on.
He repeated what the hotel had told him.
My mother nearly lost her balance.
Her own biological daughter had fainted in a hotel restroom, yet none of them had noticed, none of them had looked for her, and when she came home, they
had beaten and accused her instead.
Tears streamed down my mother’s face.
My father’s lips trembled several times before he finally forced out, “But Ava said Ivy was going to…”
He could not finish the sentence.
Because at that moment, he could no longer bring himself to say the words “sell her to traffickers.”
Adrian’s eyes burned with rage. He turned and left the hospital, intending to find Ava and demand the truth.
Just as he was about to push open Ava’s bedroom door, he heard her talking on the phone inside, her voice bright with pleasure.
“I’m telling you, that bitch Ivy never stood a chance against me.”
“Every time Mom, Dad, and Adrian started to soften and talked about bringing her back, I would turn on the tears, and they immediately agreed to keep testing Ivy.”
“Ivy probably never imagined that just because I shed a few tears, she would be strung along for three whole years.”
“My brother is even easier to fool.”
“I told him to fake ALS, and he actually did it. He spent three years living in that dump with that bitch Ivy.”
“In his heart, I matter way more than his biological sister.”
“Ivy bled so much today. I think she’s about to die.”
“If anyone’s to blame, blame her for getting my parents sent to prison. If she dies, she deserves it.”
Adrian’s hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He could barely believe that those words, dripping with malice, had come from
Ava.
For the first time, he realized he did not truly know Ava at all.
That last sentence bothered him most.
What did she mean by “blame her for getting my parents sent to prison”?