“Zora, how could you be so heartless and ungrateful?” she questioned, her eyes thick with disappointment. “You promised to
donate your kidney, yet ran off right before the surgery. Do you have any idea how close your father came to dying because of
you?”
“But I didn’t run away!” I cried, trying to explain. “Laila kidnapped me, and I was the one who donated the kidney. She took mine
and dumped me by the forest. I just managed to escape today…”
I lifted my shirt, trying to show her the scar on my waist. But after days of recovery, the wound had already healed. There was
nothing left to see.
Bursting into tears, Laila wailed, “Zora, how could you slander me like this? I’m the one who gave Dad my kidney, while you were
the coward who ran away. Now you’re trying to take credit for what I did!”
She lifted her own shirt and showed a long, angry scar across her waist.
Clearly distressed, Mom pulled Laila’s clothes down gently. Then she swerved toward me and barked, “Zora, I’m so disappointed
in you! Get out. A heartless and deceitful woman like you doesn’t deserve to be my daughter!”
On the day I left home, I met my mate, Simon.
It wasn’t until our marking ceremony that my parents finally forgave me. But by then, their love for me was gone. All their
affection went to Laila.
They said her health had suffered because of the kidney donation. Out of guilt, they were eager to do everything they could to
make it up to her.
And I was told I had to spend the rest of my life making it up to her for what I owed her.
Not interesting at all
