Faking My Death to Escape My Screwed-up FamilyChapter 1
The day before the new software was set to launch, I was dragged into an alley by more than a dozen burly men.
By the time I was rescued, my intestines had prolapsed, and my limbs were twisted beyond recognition.
Clara, my sister, pulled every string she could, vowing to bring those who had harmed me to justice.
Her fiancé, and my closest friend, Wyatt, arranged for the country’s top medical team to fly in overnight to save me.
Yet, as I lay outside the emergency room, I overheard Wyatt’s hesitant voice.
"Honey, don’t you think we went too far? Hiring all those men to violate Jayce just so we could steal the software and get Henry’s version out first?"
Clara cast a complicated glance at me before gritting her teeth and replying, "Jayce is too selfish. He’s already the eldest heir of the Evans family, yet he still refuses to yield. He bullies Henry at every turn. Henry has always been fragile and sensitive because of his status as an adopted son. The only person he can rely on is me, his sister. I won’t let anyone stand in his way."
"As for Jayce, he carries the title of my biological brother. Even if he's been sullied, no one will dare say a word, . Once Henry wins this software award and secures his future, I will make it up to Jayce."
But, sister—you’ve already destroyed me.
How can there be a future for me?
The warmth in my heart faded into nothingness.
This home, built on lies and favoritism, meant nothing to me anymore.
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The doctor hesitated, then confirmed again, "Ms. Evans, are you certain you don’t want to proceed with the surgery? If we delay any longer, Mr. Evans won’t just be crippled—he may end up paralyzed for life, permanently reliant on a catheter."
Without hesitation, Clara replied, "No surgery!"
Wyatt hesitated before attempting to persuade her. "Honey, look at him. His body is already in ruins. There’s no way he’ll be able to attend the software launch tomorrow. He’s your biological brother. Do you really want to watch him become a cripple?"
"So be it!" she snapped. "If he loses his limbs, he’ll finally stop trying to steal Henry’s spotlight. He doesn't have to worry. I’ll take care of him for the rest of his life."
With careful hands, she wiped the sweat from my forehead, her voice brimming with indulgence and affection.