Chapter 13
In the beeping sound of the electrocardiogram monitor, Sienna used her bandaged hand to swipe open her phone.
The PDF that my mother sent got stuck at 97% loading in the past. The last line of text was jumping on the cracked screen, saying, “the Hudson family provided the eggs back then… the nurse mistakenly held the wrong petri dish…”
Robert’s shadow loomed over the edge of the bed before he did.
He threw the DNA report with such force that the corners of the folder scraped a red mark on Sienna’s collarbone. “Surprised? She is your half-
sister.”
Tracy’s scream burst from the hallway.
Sienna touched the birthmark on her waist, which overlapped with the genetic map position on the report.
She suddenly remembered that Lewis always loved leaving kiss marks there. “This patch of moss imprint is especially adorable.”
“Do you now know why he always stared at your right face?”
Robert lifted her bangs and pressed his cold fingertips on the teardrop mole. “Tracy has an identical one right here.”
His phone lit up with an old photo of an oil tanker accident, and Tracy’s biological father’s name was prominently listed in the list of casualties.
Lewis’s white coat brushed against the opening and closing ICU automatic doors.
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The amulet of peace, with its cuff exposed, was soaked in blood and turned brown. It was embroidered by Sienna using leftover silk thread from the archaeological team. At that time, he found it distasteful, saying, “Does it look appropriate for a grown man to wear this?”
“It was impossible!”
Tracy kicked open the door of the ward, with veins bulging and pulsating in her neck.
She pulled open Sienna’s hospital gown, and the two faint blue. birthmarks on her waist overlapped in the morning light, resembling a pair of broken butterfly wings.
Sienna suddenly laughed out loud.
She touched the fragments of a pottery jar under the pillow, with sharp edges engraved with her mother’s handwriting: “1998.3.15 Twin embryo. transfer.”
That day, she met Lewis at the orphanage, and he said, “Your eyes were like a deer.”
Looking back now, what he saw was the reflection of Tracy in his pupils.
Sienna’s IV tube suddenly backflowed.
She remembered the flu from last year, Lewis put the last fever–reducing pill into Tracy’s mouth and turned to comfort her, saying, “You can handle it, you’re young.”
The evening glow sliced through the yin and yang of the hospital ward.
Sienna lifted the DNA report and aligned it with the light source, and the watermark of the Mcclure Group’s logo appeared.
This report is from the appraisal agency privately hired by Lewis, dated
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on the
day the marriage proposal plan was drafted.
There suddenly came a sound of heavy objects falling in the corridor.
Tracy sat paralyzed in front of Lewis, her fingertips poking Sienna’s name, poking deep holes in the diagnostic report.
Robert sneered, mixed with the smell of disinfectant, “Now it’s your turn.
to choose.”
He wrapped the oxygen tube around Sienna’s neck and said, “If you want your sister to live, swallow the evidence of The Mcclure Group’s guilt.”
Sienna found a hidden voice recorder under the blanket – it was placed there by the nurse during the morning medication change, with a hastily written note from Lewis that said, “Don’t be afraid.”
The electrocardiogram monitor suddenly screeched.
