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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

Mrs. Whitmore abruptly rose and struck me across the cheek.


Without hesitation, I seized the water glass before me and hurled its contents at her, soaking her completely. Then, with unexpected vigor, I retaliated by slapping her twice, leaving her face puffy and crimson.


She gazed at me, dumbfounded. I had always been the compliant one, enduring every insult and blow without resistance. She was astonished that I had finally defended myself.


She charged at me, attempting to kick, but I deftly sidestepped and tripped her.


She tumbled hard, and like Savannah, hit the floor with a horrifying sound, losing two teeth in the process.


Her entire body quaked with fury as she shrieked, "You! I'll ensure you suffer for this! You'll be sorry!" I matched her glare. "No, you will." Then, without delay, I gathered the evidence—proof of her illegal kidney removal and the video of my mom swapping babies—and headed straight to the police station.


Chapter 12