Sister urgently needs intracranial surgery, but I refuse to hold the knife with my golden right hand.

Chapter 1

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For ten years since I was found and brought home, my relationship with Chloe, the fake heiress, was as close as real sisters, practically inseparable.

Even my mother, Eleanor, used to say that Chloe didn't care for her as much as I did.

I once swore I'd give my life to protect our unique family of four.

But then, Chloe’s sudden cerebral aneurysm ruptured, and she was on the brink of death in the ER.

Yet, I refused to operate. I chose instead to practice a basic suturing technique.

My boyfriend, Dylan, yelled at me, his voice raw with disbelief.

"Audrey! Only your microscopic dissection technique can save your sister! All the specialists in the hospital are waiting for you! The surgical window is closing, less than an hour left! What are you still hesitating for?!"

He was right. I was the only person in the country who could perform that level of surgery.

But I just calmly hummed in response, continuing to tinker with the medical model.

My parents, Eleanor and Richard, rushed in, tears streaming down their faces.

"Audrey! That's the sister you swore to protect with your life! How can you just stand there and watch her die?!"

I gently pulled away from them and held out my right hand

This hand, which had once performed countless medical miracles, was now trembling ever so slightly.

"I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. This hand of mine… it’s ruined."