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My neighbor's child is critically ill, and my mother insists that I donate a kidney.
I have been weak, sickly, and malnourished since I was young - even a simple blood test can take a toll on my health.
My mother's answer was chilling: 'Why should I care about your life or death? Savannah is my true daughter!'
Later on, I discovered the truth of the matter. When I was born, my mother exchanged me with our wealthy neighbor's baby girl.
I watched helplessly as my mother signed the surgical consent form.
But that's not enough.
My father tied me to the operating table with a rope, while my brother picked up the surgical knife himself.
I couldn't resist and desperately made one final request: to do a DNA test with my mother.
She agreed, perhaps thinking that this was the only way to keep me quiet.
However, after the surgery, I became infected and lost all my memories.
But my dear mother has gone crazy.

The Kidney Swap Conspiracy

My mother stood frozen, then suddenly grabbed the DNA results with frenzied intensity.


The moment she viewed the findings, her entire existence crumbled.


Mustering all her might, she pushed past those attempting to restrain her and rushed into the surgery room.


She was met with a sight of blood-covered floors—and my still form lying in the midst of it.


Her knees buckled, and she fell into the crimson pool. She inched her way to where I lay, moving on hands and knees.


Kneeling before me, she quivered, delicately caressing my colorless, unmoving face.


"Jessica... Jessica, please wake up..." she wept, her words breaking.


"Mommy's here. How do you feel? Please, sweetheart, say something?"


James, my brother, stood close by, clearly uncertain how to react. "Mom... you shouldn't barge into an operating room. You need to go."


But his words fell on deaf ears as she wept uncontrollably, as if her very essence was escaping with each tear.


Chapter 5