Chapter 3

Due to the nature of the medication, the drug trial process would be extremely painful.

And the chances of a cure were very low.

Therefore, no patient was willing to gamble on that tiny survival rate.

With the project approval deadline approaching, Dr. Evans, as one of the drug's developers, was anxious.

When I offered to try the drug, her eyes lit up, then she asked, confused:

“Why are you making such a request?”

Suppressing the gnawing pain in my chest, I forced a smile.

“My parents always favored my sister; I’ve never felt any real family love.”

“And,” I pointed to a photo frame,

“I also want a handsome younger brother.”

Dr. Evans glanced at Julian’s photo and smiled knowingly.

“Alright. If you can endure the three-year trial period, I'll make you my daughter.”

My goal achieved, I let out a sigh of relief.

After signing the non-disclosure agreement, Dr. Evans looked at me meaningfully.

“Fight to stay alive.”

I nodded vigorously.

“I will.”

I turned to look out the window at the magnolias on the branches.

They were beaten down by the fine snow, looking weary and drooping.

Yet, they stubbornly clung on.

Just like me, I had planned to die this winter, but the pain had jolted me back to life.