She Modified Me for Her, Now She Regrets It

Chapter 4 The Poisonous Sister

The following morning, before sunrise, I obeyed my mother's instructions and stood waiting outside Chloe's bedroom door for her to wake up.

Chloe took her time washing up before finally glancing at me impatiently.

"Come on, puppet," she said lazily. "It's time for my piano lesson."

I said nothing and simply followed behind her upstairs.

Just as we reached the staircase, Chloe suddenly let out a shrill scream. Her body lurched backward. Then she tumbled down the stairs. She rolled several steps before collapsing at the bottom of the staircase in a heap.

I remained standing above, unmoving. I hadn't even had time to react.

Hearing the scream, my mother rushed over immediately. The moment she saw Chloe lying in blood at the bottom of the stairs and me standing above her, rage exploded across her face.

"You vicious little monster!" she screamed. "I thought the modification had finally made you obedient! I can't believe you still tried to hurt Chloe!"

Her voice turned hysterical. "Did you push Chloe?"

"I did not push her," I answered mechanically, my voice completely devoid of emotion.

"You still dare to lie to me?" My mother was trembling with fury, but her fear for Chloe quickly overwhelmed everything else.

She hurried downstairs and gathered Chloe tightly into her arms.

"Chloe, sweetheart, are you hurt? Does it hurt badly?" Her voice shook violently. "Mom's taking you to the hospital right now."

Chloe whimpered weakly against her chest. "Mom… she pushed me… my head hurts…"

That single sentence was enough. My mother shot me a look filled with pure hatred.

"You just wait," she hissed viciously. "If anything happens to Chloe, I'll make you pay for it."

Then she scooped Chloe into her arms and rushed out of the house without another glance in my direction.

I remained standing there alone, hollow-eyed and motionless, as though none of it had anything to do with me at all.

At the hospital, the doctor examined Chloe, his expression growing increasingly grave.

"The patient has a severe scalp avulsion and has lost a significant amount of blood," he said quickly. "She needs an emergency transfusion immediately."

Then he looked up sharply. "Her blood type is rare, and our blood bank doesn't have enough supply. Does anyone in the family have Rh-negative blood? Bring them here immediately."

"My older daughter does," my mother blurted out at once. "I'll have her sent over right now."

The family driver brought me to the hospital shortly afterward.

The moment my mother saw me, she grabbed my arm violently. Her eyes were wild with panic and fury as she issued another command.

"Give Chloe your blood right now," she ordered harshly. "And if you refuse, I'll make you regret being born."

"Yes, Mom." I allowed her to drag me toward the transfusion room.

A nurse guided me into a chair and rolled up my sleeve to prepare the needle. But the moment the fabric slid up my arm, she froze. Dark purple blotches spread across my skin in horrifying patches.

Frowning in confusion, she pressed trembling fingers against my wrist to check my pulse. Then she touched my forehead and my neck.

Her expression changed instantly. "Doctor!" she shouted in panic. "Doctor, come quickly! Something's wrong with this child. She has no pulse… and her body temperature is dangerously low!"

"That's impossible!" my mother snapped immediately. "How could she not have a pulse? Stop wasting time and draw the blood for Chloe!"

The doctor hurried over. The instant he saw the purple discoloration spreading across my arm, the color drained from his face.

He pressed a stethoscope against my chest and listened carefully for several long seconds before ordering a series of emergency examinations.

And the more tests he ran, the paler he became. Finally, he slowly lifted his head and looked toward my mother. The shock and horror in his eyes were unmistakable.

"Mrs. Vale…" His voice trembled slightly. "This child no longer has any vital signs."

He swallowed hard before continuing. "And judging from the livor mortis across her body… she has likely been dead for at least a week."

My mother froze completely. She stared at me in utter disbelief, her face drained white.

And I still obediently holding out my arm, looked at her, and said quietly, "Mom, I'll be good. I'll give Chloe my blood."