After my birth parents found me, they poisoned me, and I went crazy knowing the truth.

Six months after my supposed biological parents found me, I started getting frequent nosebleeds and seeing black spots in my vision.

A hospital check-up revealed the grim diagnosis: brain cancer.

My 'mom' sobbed uncontrollably, lamenting my cruel fate. My 'dad' clutched my hand, firmly declaring he'd spend every last penny to cure me.

But as I feigned sleep, I overheard Mom whispering outside the door:

"Richard, Chloe's symptoms are getting worse. Should we keep giving her the pills?"

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