Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Was Raised to Be Harvested: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

The owner of those eyes was Walter Jackson, the family's new butler.Dad had hired him just two weeks earlier. He said he was a distant relative from back home who needed work.What kind of butler would silently watch his employer through a crack in the door in the middle of the night?Then, the realization hit me. He wasn't a relative here to work at all. Dad had hired him to keep an eye on me.Cold sweat soaked through my pajamas. Forcing myself to stay calm, I let my eyes go unfocused and mumbled, "Water… I need some water…"Pretending to sleepwalk, I shuffled past the half-open door and over to the water dispenser in the hallway. I filled a glass with water and wandered back to my room with the same vacant expression before closing the door behind me.That night, I curled up under the blankets and bit my lip until it bled just to keep from crying.…The following morning, sunlight streamed into my bedroom, yet it did nothing to ease the chill inside me.I knew I couldn't

Michael looked at me as if I were an idiot."Are you really this stupid, or are you just playing dumb? Why would Dad love you?" he asked, laughing mockingly. "I'm the one he loves. You're nothing but an investment that's going to make him rich.""That's enough!" Dad snapped.Seeing that he had genuinely angered him, Michael fell silent.He didn't have to say another word. I already knew the truth. Dad never loved me.When I was 12 years old, I came down with a 104°F fever. In my daze, I remembered Dad constantly running his hand over my forehead and listening to my heartbeat.At the time, I was convinced it was fatherly love. Looking back, I finally realized what he'd actually been muttering. "Your heart can't fail. My biggest payday depends on it."Then, there was the time when I was 14 years old and accidentally bruised my knee.Dad flew into a rage and slapped me repeatedly. He then locked me in a dark room without food.I'd seen how he treated Michael when he was worried

Three days later, the Hollister residence was buzzing with excitement."Dad, the money's here! Every last penny of the 50 million dollars!"Michael raced around the living room with his phone in hand. His face was flushed with excitement. "The Sullivans really don't mess around. They buy a life as if picking up groceries."Dad lounged on a leather couch, dressed head to toe in designer labels from a recent shopping spree. An expensive sheet mask covered his face."Calm down," he huffed, even though the grin tugging at his lips only grew wider. "I told you that useless boy was born to pave the way for this family. If I hadn't spent the last ten years keeping him in perfect condition, do you think anyone would've paid this much for him?""You're absolutely right, Dad."Michael snatched up his car keys. "My limited-edition Ferrari finally arrived at the dealership. I'm going to pick it up now. Then, I'm renting the most exclusive club in the city tonight to celebrate.""Go have fun

I shoved Dad's hand away, sending him sprawling onto the floor."Security!" Patrick screamed, finally snapping out of his shock. "Security! Get this lunatic out of here!"Guards rushed toward me. But Saddie merely let out a cold laugh and snapped her fingers.In an instant, the lights throughout the ballroom went dark.Before anyone could cry out in surprise, the giant screen behind the stage flickered to life.The first image was a bank transfer receipt.Sullivan Group had transferred 50 million dollars into Dad's account. The reference section read "Final Payment".The receipt was followed by a surgical consent form from an illegal clinic. Under the organ donor section, one name was listed—Evan Hollister.The ballroom erupted in shock.Every reporter in the room immediately sensed a career-making story. Camera flashes exploded from every direction."What is this? Is this organ trafficking?""Didn't Mr. Hollister say his son had gone overseas to study? What's going on here?