Lydia buried her head in my mother's arms. She rarely showed such vulnerability, let alone cried in front of so many people.

Just then, Lydia's father, Ian Lewis, the Jones family doctor, suddenly knelt.

He revealed a truth that had been hidden for sixteen years.

It turned out I wasn't the biological daughter of the Jones family. Lydia was.

She was the true eldest daughter of the Jones family. I was just a fake who had stolen sixteen years of her life.

After the DNA results came out, the Jones family took Lydia on a trip to Malachi.

I looked at the band-aid on my hand and stayed silent for a whole day.

Until dusk, when the bright clouds and colors intertwined like a painter's palette.

I left the Jones residence quietly and unnoticed.

3

As night fell, the city's edges blurred. The stars and countless lights lit up.

After cooking dinner, I took out my phone to watch a variety show and found 68 missed calls. It was all from Dawson.

They were from Dylan, and there was a text message.

He said he would come to my place at 10 a.m. tomorrow to talk.

I knew why Dylan was coming. He wanted to tell me the so-called truth, get my forgiveness, and ideally have me donate a kidney.

That would be the perfect ending for everyone.

But I wasn't Isla. I was Vivian.

Neither Isla nor Vivian owed them anything.

At 10 a.m. the next morning, Dylan knocked on my door right on time.

I looked at him through the security door.

In the hallway, light spots from the window fell on Dylan's shoulder. He stayed silent for a long time before speaking.

"Isla, can we talk?"

I nodded but didn't open the door. "Let's talk like this."

Dylan took a deep breath. He lowered his gaze, and his voice was hoarse.

"Back then, Ian had cancer. He spread rumors that Lydia looked like Mom to give her a better life. Then he somehow got your blood. He swapped it, and let Lydia take your place.

"Isla, you are their biological daughter and my sister."

Dylan finished speaking and looked up at me. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

I met his gaze and said calmly, "I knew long ago that the blood Lydia took for testing was mine because she deliberately scratched my finger. I didn't say anything."

Seeing his surprised expression, I continued.

"That night, if any of you had looked at me a few more times, I would have exposed their lies. But no one did. In your eyes, I was already unworthy of the Jones name.