Eggtart
Six years after the Jennings family threw me out for being their fake daughter, I was surviving by selling my blood.
I had just been handed a few bills and was about to call my doctor for more medication when a bodyguard kicked the back of my knee. My knees hit the floor, and I heard a scream. "You ungrateful brat! What are you doing here?! Are you still trying to kill Tina?!"
Then, there was a slap on my face. Only then did I realize that the woman in front of me was my mother, Florence. She had come looking for blood for her precious daughter, Tina.
My older brother, James, stood beside her and watched her break down. Then, he ordered the bodyguards to throw me out.
He looked down at me, saw the cash in my hand, and sneered. "Looks like the past few years aren't enough to wipe that temper out of you. To think that you're willing to sell your blood just for some money to satisfy your vanity. Tina graduates in two weeks, and she'll go abroad to further her education.
"Once she leaves, the family won't have to spoil her alone anymore, and you won't be able to bully her again. When that happens, I'll explain everything to Mom and Dad and bring you home. You'll still be the family's princess."
"Home... Princess...?" I muttered under my breath.
Then, I shook my head and laughed.
My amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) had progressed too quickly. I would not last for another month.
From the moment James accused me of being a fake heiress for Tina, I no longer had a home.