Chapter 1

My sister Lily had a medical checkup at my friend's hospital, and the results showed severe kidney failure. My friend said only I was a suitable tissue match.

On New Year's Eve, I told my family that I was the one who was sick.

Their reaction was to avoid me like the plague.

"You're sick yourself, and you want to harm your sister?"

"It's a kidney transplant, the risk is huge. How can you be so selfish?"

Lily leaned into Mom's arms, crying pitifully.

I smiled bitterly, thinking they had finally shown their true colors.

I threw down the test results and left this home without a shred of attachment.

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When I first learned about the successful tissue match, my own test results also came out - I was ten weeks pregnant.

I was about to go shopping for New Year's supplies with my husband when my friend stopped me.

She said that if I wanted to donate a kidney to my sister Lily, for the sake of my health, I would have to give up this child.

To be honest, I hesitated.

This child was something my husband and I had been hoping for for so long.

How could I bear to give it up?

Then I thought of Lily. She was different from me.

Lily had grown up pampered and spoiled by our parents. They treasured her beyond measure. If anything happened to her, our parents would probably be devastated.

After much hesitation, I still decided to go back home before New Year's Eve.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard laughter inside. Everyone was gathered together preparing for the New Year.

Besides my sister Lily and her fiancé, there was also my aunt's family.

They were chatting and laughing happily, the atmosphere of family reunion showcasing the festivity of the New Year.

I really didn't want to break this harmonious and warm scene.

The moment they saw me, the whole house went quiet, and everyone's smiles froze.

At this point, Mom seemed to suddenly remember something. She got up with a laugh and walked towards me, pulling me to join them with feigned affection.

"We were just about to call you. Look at you coming back on your own. You must be missing Mom's cooking. Come, have a taste."

Unfortunately, no matter how much she tried to appear warm and caring, her actions and tone were full of distance and politeness.

I pretended to look weak and raised my hand to touch the arm that was loosely supporting me, gently holding it.

"I'm sick, Mom."

I felt Mom's body stiffen. The next second, she wanted to pull her hand away from my grip, but then she held back.

"...Well, if you're sick, you should eat more. Once you're full, all illnesses will be gone."

She didn't even ask what illness I had, brushing me off while trying to pull her hand away.

My aunt frowned with disgust and said, "Did you come back just to make everyone uncomfortable?"

I didn't take her words to heart at all and sat down in the chair that had just been pulled out.

"I have severe kidney failure."

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