When I am a real daughter, I choose to leave

The year I was scraping by, I overheard my roommate, Chloe, talking about the wealthy girl from the department next door, Shawn, who was sick. Quietly, I went for a kidney match.

The moment the results came out, Shawn's second brother, Liam, found me. He had me sign a contract and quickly arranged for my hospitalization.

Just then, floating comments suddenly flashed before my eyes: "Sweetie, don't sign! He's your brother."

"Your biological one."

"Liam, you'll regret this. The sister you've been looking for all this time is about to be sent to the operating table by your own hand."