Refuse to Save the Devil Cousin1
My cousin, Gavin Smith, fell ill, and then Dad quickly let the whole family to go to the hospital to visit Gavin.
Gavin had been strong, but then he was lying in the hospital with a pale face. His hands were so thin that the blue veins could be seen, and his hands were covered with dense needle marks.
My sister, Lucy Smith, hid behind me and whispered, "Gavin is so pitiful. It would be great if we could help him."
When sending us out of the ward, my uncle rubbed his hands and begged my father to go for a matching test.
Dad had a good relationship with my uncle and called on our entire family to go for a matching test.
For Gavin's sake, his precious nephew, Dad ran around and even looked for acquaintances in the hospital. The matching results came out very quickly, and no one except for me was successfully matched with Gavin.
Everyone was very happy. Lying in the hospital, with a smug look, Gavin bragged to his friends that he would drink after the operation.
"She? How dare she not donate a kidney to me? If she doesn't donate, I will kill her!"
My uncle came to my home carrying a lot of presents. After eating and drinking, Dad and my uncle started discussing the time for the surgery.
But I calmly put down my fork and told my uncle that I was not going to donate a kidney to Gavin.
Dad, who had just received a gift from my uncle, was embarrassed and yelled at me, "Yuki Smith, your brother is ill. How can you be so cold and heartless!"
"I remember that I am the first child in the family. Gavin is not my biological brother."
For my firm attitude, Dad simply locked me in the room to reflect on my mistakes.
My sister, Lucy Smith, brought me food. She persuaded me, "Gavin was so good to us when he was young. How could you just leave him to die? If my kidney was a match, I would save him without hesitation. Saving people is a blessing."
She kept on persuading me, but I ignored her.
It was her business that she was willing to donate a kidney to Gavin, but I didn't want to lose a kidney because of Gavin.
Lucy grew up with Gavin, and they had a close relationship like siblings.
But I was different from Lucy. I was left in the hometown as soon as I was born. If Grandma Alex was not too old to take care of me, I was afraid that my parents would still ignore me.
Once I was taken home, Gavin laughed at me and called me a country bumpkin.