Laila and I were twins, but ever since we were kids, she’d always resented me.
She hated sharing her things with me. So she stole our parents’ attention, my toys, my dresses—even though she had the exact same ones.
She wanted anything I laid my eyes on.
Back then, Mom and Dad treated us equally. I had everything Laila had, and they often lectured her for taking my things.
But since what had happened five years ago, they poured all their heart and soul into Laila. They thought I was selfish for not visiting Dad when he was hospitalized.
So whenever we got into an argument after that, they always took Laila’s side.
“How could you bully your sister?” was what they often told me.
After feuding with her for so many years, I was indeed the one who lost. I could no longer be at odds with her anymore.
“Yeah, you won,” I said softly.
The kidney transplant surgery would take place in two hours, and I was about to die.
Given how deep the wolfsbane was already in my system, my soul would also be shattered by the time the Dragonbone scalpel sliced open my body.
What would be left was only my lifeless body.
By then, would Mom, Dad, and Simon weep for me?
Perhaps not. For an eyesore like me to leave, they’d probably be overjoyed. After all, Laila was the apple of their eye.
Before surgery, Mom, Dad, and Simon huddled around Laila, comforting and encouraging her.
“Laila, don’t be scared. We’ll be waiting for you outside,” Dad said in a tone so gentle that I’d never heard before. “The surgery will definitely be successful. You’ll become healthy in no time.”
