Want My Brain? Ask My Eight Dads First
The day my rich parents come to claim me, all eight of my godfathers weep while sending me off.
But just two days later, because I score a whole hundred points higher than the fake heiress, Sharon Staton, on a mock exam, my parents drag me to some black-market underground hospital.
They want to dig out my brain and transplant it into Sharon.
"With your return, Sharon is no longer the only princess in our family. Giving her your smart brain is the least you can do to make it up to her."
"Relax, we'll have them put an ordinary brain in you afterward. We'll care for you for the rest of your life!"
Sharon giggles and says, "I'll let you in on a little secret. I already bribed the doctor. The brain they're putting in you belongs to an idiot. You're done for."
I struggle with everything I have.
Then, the second I'm dragged out of the car, I can't help feeling amused.
Isn't this the hospital owned by my eight godfathers?
When I left home, Big Pops, a CEO, had looked at me with bloodshot eyes. He'd told me that if the Stanton family so much as laid a finger on me, he would bankrupt them without hesitation.
Second Pops, a surgeon, hadn't said a word. He had just quietly wiped down his scalpel.
This time, it looks like Sharon and my parents won't be walking out of here alive.