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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

When I answered the call, I could hear Savannah wailing in the background, her shrieks filled with anguish and desperation. She kept crying about the agony, her voice hoarse and broken.


But it wasn't Savannah on the line. It was Mrs. Whitmore.


"Jessica," she began, her voice trembling with fear, "Savannah's body is rejecting the kidney. She's in excruciating pain right now!"


I remained quiet for a moment before responding coldly.


"Jessica, please," she pleaded. "James is aware of her condition. He's the only one who can assist. But... but the operation was against the law, and only he knows how to handle it—can't you speak to him? Please ask him to help."


I sighed in exasperation. So now she was worried about its illegality? Where was this concern when they were operating on me without my permission?


Chapter 11