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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 calmly raised her hand. "I concur. Whether Savannah is biologically mine or not, I'll always cherish her."


With those words, they casually sentenced me to death without hesitation.


Even now, I clung to the faint hope that she might harbor some affection for me. That after all this time, there was still a connection, however tenuous, between us.


Perhaps it was the desperation in my voice, but she finally turned around. For an instant, she stood motionless.


James scowled and grasped her wrist. She gently patted his hand before stepping towards me. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice quivered slightly.


"Jessica," she said, "Savannah is my own flesh and blood. She's my true daughter."


"For years, I've imagined her, adored her, anticipated her arrival. You must donate your kidney to her."


She inhaled deeply. "I consulted the doctors. You won't perish. At worst, you'll be temporarily incapacitated."


"Once you heal, I swear I'll care for you. I'll make amends."


Two decades of hope crumbled into nothingness.


All I received in return was, You won't perish.


I laughed mirthlessly, a hollow sound reverberating through the room. "I won't survive this," I murmured, almost inaudibly.


My mom's expression contorted with alarm. "No! That's inconceivable!


Your brother will conduct the surgery himself!"


Even if James were the most accomplished surgeon in existence, he couldn't rescue someone who no longer wished to live.


My father, who had remained silent throughout, assisted me onto the operating table and secured me as if I were some creature being readied for butchering.


James held the consent form in his grasp. My mother hastily signed her name.


I lay there, face turned to one side, watching helplessly as they prepared to wheel me into surgery.


I gazed at the ceiling, tears trickling down my cheeks.


Then I forced a smile—one more grotesque than any sob.


"I'll do it," I declared. "Take my kidney, my life, whatever you desire. But I have one stipulation."


James scowled. "What now? Are you still attempting to resist?"


"Savannah endured twenty years of suffering because of you," he snapped. "She's the one who was deprived of her life with Mom. And you still believe you're entitled to ask for anything?"


Who had truly suffered all these years? I hadn't merely been robbed of my family—I was being asked to gamble with my life to atone for it.


My father sighed. "Let her have this. After everything, Jessica deserves to know."


"Very well," my mom said icily. "Let's perform the test. But afterward, never address me as your mother again."


At last, after twenty years, I could relinquish this empty, unrequited love.


Chapter 3