Chapter 2

From that day on, Ingrid did more and more outrageous things using my body.

The Lawson family didn't like me, so I only got a pitiful allowance every month. To escape them one day and pay for my own medical treatment, I secretly took on freelance jobs, developed software, and finally saved 300,000 dollars in my bank account.

But during our seventh body swap, Ingrid took the money I'd worked so hard to earn and bought Don a limited-edition watch, all because he'd glanced at it in a magazine.

And that wasn't all. At the Lawson family's annual banquet, Ingrid deliberately wore a ridiculous red-and-green suit and acted like a lunatic while holding a glass of wine. She deliberately knocked over a waiter's tray and smeared cake all over her face.

The city's elite all watched me become a laughingstock.

Meanwhile, Don wore the luxury watch Ingrid had bought with my money and stood by like a gentleman, calmly handing Ingrid a napkin, winning everyone's praise.

"The Lawson family's real son is a complete lunatic."

"Don is such a considerate young man. The Lawson family is lucky to have him."

The day I switched back into my own body, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, the laughingstock I'd become, and the text on my phone showing my bank balance had hit zero.

Just when I thought that was the worst thing Ingrid could do to me, I opened my eyes to see an organ donation consent form on my bedside table after our eighth body swap ended. My name was written in the signature field, along with a bright red fingerprint.

I narrowed my eyes and charged out of my room, shoving Ingrid's door open.

She leaned back in her office chair, reviewing reports, and didn't even look up when I entered.

I was livid. "That's my kidney! Ingrid, you'll kill me!"

Ingrid set down the documents, her face cold. "Why are you yelling? Don's condition has worsened, and he can't wait for a suitable kidney donor. You're his older brother. What's wrong with giving him your kidney? No one will die from missing a kidney."

She stood up and looked at me with a mocking smile. "I'm just helping you. If you were just a little more magnanimous and did this, Mom and Dad would finally think more highly of you. Then, you'd actually have a place in this family."

At that moment, I finally saw them for who they really were.

15 years of suffering hadn't broken me, but my own sister's words finally pushed me over the edge.

They'd never seen me as a person. To them, I was nothing more than a walking blood bank for Don.

I returned to my room without another word and locked the door. I went into the bathroom, picked up the razor blade on the sink, and pressed it against my wrist.

If I had to live without any dignity, I might as well give my life back to them.

The blade sliced into my skin. Pain shot through my arm, and blood gushed down my wrist, dripping onto the pendant I'd never taken off.

Then, a miracle happened.

The pendant suddenly grew scorching hot and absorbed my blood. A strange red light flashed across it, and red words slowly appeared on the surface.

"Only nine body swaps are allowed. On the final swap, you'll be trapped in each other's bodies forever. There will be no return."

I stared at those words.

Nine body swaps.

That meant the pendants could only swap our bodies nine times. And last month's swap had been the eighth. One more time, and we'd be trapped in each other's bodies forever, with no way to switch back.

After a long while, I slowly lowered the razor blade in my hand, found some gauze, and wrapped it around my wound.

I looked into the mirror, a cold smile appearing on my face.

"Ingrid, since you thought being magnanimous and understanding was so easy and that donating a kidney was no big deal, then you could donate it yourself," I thought.