The Fake Heiress Had Me Killed

Chapter 5 Suspicious

"Doctor, when will she wake up?" Dad's voice cut through the sterile hospital air.

"The patient inhaled heavy smoke and suffered severe burns. Her prognosis is poor. The family should prepare for the worst."

"That walking disaster!" Dad spat under his breath. "We never should've picked her up off the streets that day!"

Mom stayed quiet, but her icy glare cut through me like a knife.

Sierra arrived then, her head wrapped in gauze, one arm in a cast, sobbing dramatically into Harrison's arms. "Harrison," she sniffled, "this is all my fault... I shouldn't have gone into sister's room... Look what happened to her because of me..."

"Don't blame yourself." Harrison stroked her hair with saccharine sweetness. "She's the one who set the curtains on fire, jealous of your college acceptance."

"If I hadn't rushed in to save her, you wouldn't have been hit by that chandelier," he continued.

With those poisonous words, he framed me for this whole mess. Their twisted lies made my whole body tremble with rage. I tried to scream the truth, but my smoke-ravaged throat produced only mute fury. Helpless, I watched Harrison carry his precious Sierra away, leaving me to take the fall.

Dad loomed over my hospital bed, his glare pinning me down. "Maisie," he sneered, "how can you just lie there shamelessly?"

"Sierra got a concussion saving you! That chandelier nearly ruined her face! Do you even realize what you've cost her? Those hands were meant for concert halls!" he shouted. "After all we've done, we ended up raising a backstabbing snake like you!"

Mom approached next, her eyes full of venom. "Why target Sierra? She's our family's future! Ruin her, and you ruin us all!"

"The doctors say she needs blood," she continued coldly, "but the hospital's supply is low. Neither your father nor Harrison are matches."

She paused, cold and deliberate. "Harrison always said you're not our blood. Let's settle this. If the test shows you're not ours, we're done with you for good. You can rot on the streets where you belong."

I stared at my mother's resolute face, my heart turning into a block of ice. It wasn’t that they doubted Harrison’s words; they simply wanted to maintain their hypocritical facades. Even though they’d already accepted Sierra as their true daughter in their hearts, they still demanded another blood test, determined to make me walk away from this family. All just to get proof that would absolve them of guilt.

The nurse swiftly drew blood from both me and Sierra, though naturally, they kept her in the dark about the real purpose. Not ten minutes later, the attending physician burst in, clutching a bundle of test results.

"Mr. and Mrs. Ford..." he hesitated, "I need to discuss something delicate."

Mom nodded curtly. "Is there something wrong with my daughter's condition?"

The doctor's frown deepened as he scanned the papers. "Both girls are physically healthy, but..." He tapped the report. "Here's the thing: if both parents are type B, how can their child be type A?"

His softly spoken words hit like a bombshell. The air grew thick with tension. Dad spun around sharply, his face going deathly pale as he locked onto Mom with a gaze.