The Imposter Daughter Chapter 2

I stared at Chloe's wound, unable to process what I saw.

"Help! Doctor! Chloe fainted!"

Mom stood up anxiously, shoving me aside.

The double impact tore my incision open.

Mom paused at the sound, looking at me suspiciously.

"What's wrong with you?"

Before I could speak, Chloe raised a weak hand.

"Don't blame Sister Harper. I shouldn't have stolen Mom from her, or insisted on donating my kidney."

I opened my mouth, but the pain in my waist silenced me.

Mom looked at me clutching the same spot as Chloe and sneered.

"You're not going to say you donated a kidney too, are you?"

My eyes lit up. I nodded vigorously.

But Mom doused me with cold water.

"Eighteen years and you've learned to lie. No wonder you're not a Vance."

"I don't know where you came from, mooching off us for eighteen years. Bad blood truly never changes."

I looked at Mom in disbelief.

Before Chloe appeared, she never spoke to me like this.

Before I could grieve, the doctor arrived.

My hand was soaked in blood. A strong survival instinct surged through my dizzy brain.

"Save me first!"

That Chloe is a fake.

As long as I survive, I can explain everything to Mom.

I stumbled to the doctor's feet.

"Save me first."

With my last ounce of strength, I lifted my shirt, revealing a four-inch incision.

Everyone gasped.

Even Mom looked shocked.

"Harper, why do you have such a big..."

"Mom, Chloe might not make it. You have to live well with her kidney."

Chloe raised her hand to touch Mom's face.

Almost instantly, Mom kicked me away and carried Chloe to the doctor.

"Doctor, save my daughter first! She just donated a kidney to me."

"You must save her!"

The doctors quickly put Chloe on a stretcher, then prepared a second one for me.

Thank god doctors have a duty to save lives.

I was glad I showed the doctor my wound. Otherwise, I would have bled to death in the ward.

If I died, who would clear my name?

I exhaled a long breath. But my relief was short-lived.

"The patient is hemorrhaging. The blood bank is low on her type."

"Good news is we have one bag left that matches. Bad news is we have two patients!"

I widened my eyes in disbelief.

"Chloe has the same blood type as me?"