When asked for her name, she skillfully changed the subject. It was all part of her plan—her details were already on the blood transfusion receipt. She wanted to appear as someone who saved a life without seeking a reward, knowing this would compel the wealthy Kramer family to give her even more.
After all, money was the one thing the Kramer family never lacked.
As soon as the nurse disappeared into the operating room, Julia dropped her act.
She grabbed my arm tightly, making me wince in pain.
“From now on, keep your mouth shut. You know what to say—and what not to say,” she hissed.
“We’re in this together. If the Kramer family finds out what I’ve done, you won’t escape either!”
She expected me to object, like I had in the past.
But this time, I simply let her hand go and smiled.
“Don’t worry. You’re my sister. Who else would I support if not you?”
“When the Kramer family rewards you, open your company. Just give me a front desk job to make a living.”
Julia looked at me with satisfaction, snorting as she wiped the blood off her hands.
“What our parents said is true—you’re useless. You’ll spend your whole life working for others. If you don’t rely on me, you’ll never live in a decent house, no matter how hard you work!”
I nodded meekly, pretending to be timid and afraid.
In my previous life, my resistance had led to my gruesome death.
But this time, I had a different plan.
Not only would I refrain from stopping her, but I would even lend her a hand.
I wanted to watch her destruction unfold after crossing the Kramer family.
Julia, oblivious to my thoughts, smirked at my expression.
“Stop pretending. Just looking at you makes me angry!”
“When I open my company, I’ll make you my secretary. I’ll even find you a driver. That should be enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life!”
With that, she dragged me to the elevator.
Sure enough, when we stepped out, we came face-to-face with Albert Kramer, the prince of the New York elite.
She glared at me with fierce intensity.
Panicking, I quickly used the excuse of a stomachache and slipped into the bathroom.
What a joke—now I’m entangled in her scheme.
When her trick gets exposed, won’t I be dragged down with her?
Moments later, I heard my sister’s sweet, practiced laugh echoing down the corridor:
“No need to thank me; saving lives is the right thing to do. The child is only five years old—I couldn’t just turn a blind eye.”