Chapter 5

Hadrian was frowning as well. His tone brooked no argument as he said, “Doctor, you must give the heart to Serena.”

I looked at them both and took in the level of selfishness they were displaying. An epiphany dawned upon me.

No matter what the circumstances were, Liza had raised Agnes for ten years, and she considered Liza her mother and had done so for an entire decade.

Yet, Liza still chose to save the daughter she thought was hers: Serena.

Even so, my heart would not soften.

The suffering Agnes went through was the same suffering my own daughter had experienced in the previous timeline.

At my silence, Liza came up and grabbed my sleeve.

“Rowena, what are you waiting for? Save Serena! You have to save Serena! My girl is just a useless piece of trash. If she dies, what of it?”

Liza’s voice echoed down the expansive hallway, attracting the strange looks of other visitors and the nursing staff alike. However, Liza ignored all this. There was deranged conviction on her face.

In the end, I did as she wanted and signed the consent form for the surgery.

Liza stared at my hand as I signed and let out a relieved breath when it was done.

A few hours later, the surgery was completed.

Serena survived. Agnes did not make it.

In a VIP ward, connected to a respirator, Serena slowly opened her eyes.

I lunged to the bedside and clutched her cold hand. I was so happy that I wept.

Liza was wiping away her tears, smiling through them.

“You’re alive! You’re alive! I knew you’d live through this, Serena!”

Hadrian also let out a long sigh. He smiled as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Seeing them that way, I could not help but feel how laughable it all was.

I glanced at Liza and asked calmly, “Your daughter just died. Why are you two so happy about that?”

“My daughter?”

The triumph and sinister look on her face could not be concealed.

“There’s no point in hiding this from you any longer, Rowena. I switched our daughters ten years ago at the hospital!”

Hadrian stopped pretending as well.

“Face it, Rowena. Serena was never your daughter.”

Liza added, “The daughter you’ve loved and doted on for ten years is my daughter! The little girl that just died on the operating table is your useless wench!

“Haha! To save my daughter, your own daughter could not get the lifesaving heart she needed! You even signed it off yourself! Your life is a joke, Rowena! You’ve raised my daughter for years, you idiot!”

The two broke character in synchrony, sharing the secret they had hidden for ten years.

Their faces were twisted with triumph, as if they were already seeing me broken down and brokenhearted.

I quietly watched them. Once they finished, I said lightly, “Is that so? Well, why don’t you look at the blood type information in Serena’s file?”

Hadrian and Liza were both stunned for a moment. They turned unconsciously toward the file at the end of Serena’s bed.

There, clearly printed, was the following text:

[Patient: Serena Scott; Blood type: A]

Liza’s eyes bulged, and Hadrian went pale.

Hadrian’s blood type was O, and so was Liza’s.

There was no way they could have had a child with A-type blood.