The Stolen Identity Chapter 2

The next day, I was startled awake by the sound of the door being kicked open. Before I could even make out the situation, my brother Conor dragged me off the bed, and my vision swam.

"Don't you dare put on an act here!"

Conor loomed over me, his eyes filled with disgust. "I spent all last night thinking, and it finally hit me. Did you hear that Scarlett needed a kidney donation, so you're deliberately feigning this sickly appearance to avoid it?"

"The blood could be pre-prepared blood bags, and the doctors and machines could be fake."

He sneered, "Luna, your little tricks might fool Mom and Dad, but they won't fool me."

Mom and Dad's footsteps paused as they entered the room, clearly having overheard Conor’s words. That very night, they immediately invited a renowned international doctor to conduct a thorough re-examination of me. Conor not only vetted the doctor strictly but also stood guard at the hospital room door throughout, preventing any communication between me and the doctor.

The imposter, Scarlett, also arrived. She spoke softly, her eyes slightly red. "Mom, Dad, Conor, it's okay. If Luna isn't willing to donate a kidney, then let me just die. At least I'm content to spend my last days with you all." As she spoke, tears began to fall.

Conor was heartbroken, patting her back to comfort her. "Scarlett, don't worry. With me here, no one can bully you. Luna will donate that kidney today, whether she wants to or not!"

"You said… you want patient Luna to donate a kidney?!" The doctor walked in, holding my medical report, his expression subtle as he heard this.

Conor immediately raised his voice. "What's wrong with her donating a kidney? It's not like she'll die!"

"If Luna still wants to be a part of this family, this is what she should do!"

The doctor looked at Conor as if he were an idiot. "Patient Luna has a missing right kidney, suspected to have been violently removed by external means. Preliminary assessment indicates she suffered abuse."

Conor's expression froze. Scarlett's look of grievance also cracked for a moment. But she quickly recovered, tugging pitifully at Conor's sleeve. Conor immediately came to his senses, cleared his throat, but his tone was noticeably less self-assured.

"Can't donate a kidney… then blood, surely?" He found a new angle, straightening his back. "Scarlett's condition can also be treated with blood donation."

"As long as Scarlett gets a blood transfusion, her condition will improve more thoroughly. This shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Mom and Dad exchanged glances, their expressions softening a few degrees. Donating a kidney was indeed hard to accept, but donating blood… it didn't seem like such a big deal.

"Then draw blood," Dad said in a low voice. "Luna's body is weak, but a little blood shouldn't be an issue." Mom didn't argue, just looked at me, a hint of reluctance in her eyes, but eventually turned her head away.

"Blood donation?" The doctor repeated the word. His tone was somewhat odd. "Are you sure you want to use patient Luna's blood?"