This Time, I Reject Him!

Chapter 6 Not Your Daughter

Cynthia sped to the hospital, foot pressing the gas pedal hard. From childhood, her closest family member had been her grandfather, Jerold Johnson.

In her previous life, she had been so obsessed with her feelings for Andrew that she missed saying goodbye to Jerold.

Now, given a second chance, she wouldn't make the same mistake!

When she arrived at the hospital, she ran into Andrew and Rebecca in the hallway. The atmosphere turned silent and awkward. Andrew looked like he wanted to say something, but the words never came.

Rebecca clung to his arm, trying to pull him closer, but Andrew stepped away, moving closer to Cynthia instead.

The doctor emerged from the emergency room, addressing Cynthia's parents, Thomas and Yolanda Johnson. "Mr. Jerold Johnson is suffering from liver failure. He needs a transplant, but we currently don't have a matching donor in the hospital."

Cynthia quickly spoke up, "I can do it. I'll donate my liver."

"The donor needs to undergo a liver match test. We'll need to test all family members first," the doctor explained.

Thomas nodded sadly, his face lined with worry.

While waiting for the test results, everyone was lost in their thoughts. Rebecca, sticking close to Andrew, murmured her concerns but inwardly hoped she wouldn't be a match. She silently prayed not to be the one.

Andrew, however, wasn't listening to Rebecca. His eyes were fixed on Cynthia, who stood apart, hands clenched and shoulders trembling slightly.

Remembering how Cynthia had always said her grandfather was her closest family, he felt an unexpected pang of sympathy.

Yolanda, having calmed Thomas, turned her frustration on Cynthia. "You ungrateful brat! Where have you been hiding these past days? If it weren't for your grandfather's illness, would we have seen you at all? And I haven't even addressed what you did to Rebecca!"

Cynthia flinched. Her parents had always been biased. Yolanda never liked her, and Thomas treated her as if she were invisible, their focus always on Rebecca.

"Mom, this is a hospital, not a place for arguments. Grandpa's health is the priority. Whatever issues you have with me, let's discuss them after he's out of danger," Cynthia said calmly.

Yolanda was taken aback. Cynthia had never talked back before. There was something different about her daughter now.

Andrew took this opportunity to move beside Cynthia, his tall frame providing a sense of support.

Cynthia felt a stir in her heart and glanced at him but remained silent.

"The test results are back," the doctor announced, and everyone gathered around.

"All the tests show that Rebecca Johnson is the only match," the doctor said, holding the report.

"What?" Rebecca cried out. "That's impossible! There must be a mistake! Did you mix up my data with Cynthia's? You must have made a mistake!"

Rebecca turned to Yolanda in panic, throwing herself into her mother's arms. "Mom, I'm scared. I don't want to do this!"

Yolanda hugged Rebecca tightly, her face full of concern. "Doctor, are you sure this test is accurate? Could there be a mistake?"

Thomas chimed in, "Yes, my daughter has always been in poor health. Isn't there another way?"

The doctor looked uncomfortable but firm. "These tests are highly accurate. There's no mistake."

Hearing this, Rebecca cried even louder.

Yolanda immediately tried to comfort her. "Don't worry, sweetie. We'll find another way."

Thomas nodded in agreement. "Yes, there must be another solution!"

Cynthia couldn't take it anymore. "What other way? Grandpa is in critical condition. What are you waiting for? Don't you want to save him?"

Yolanda glared at Cynthia, her eyes full of anger, almost ready to strike her. "Don't you care about your sister at all? She's not well, and you're asking her to risk her life?! You're heartless! If anyone should donate, it should be you, not her!"

The doctor, unable to stay silent any longer, spoke up for Cynthia, "This young lady isn't a suitable donor. Our tests suggest she may not be biologically related to your family."

"What?" Cynthia turned to the doctor, shocked.

"Yes," the doctor continued. "Her blood type doesn't match any of yours. You're all either Type A or AB, but she's Type O."

Cynthia felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She took a few steps back, suddenly realizing the implications!

She looked at Yolanda in disbelief, but Yolanda's reaction, silence and a bowed head, seemed to confirm the truth. Turning to Thomas, she saw the same guilty, evasive look.

A tremor ran through Cynthia's body. Although she had always felt unloved by her parents and had sometimes wondered if she was adopted, the reality was still a shock.

No wonder Yolanda had never shown her any affection, and Thomas had always ignored her. Everything good had always gone to Rebecca, while she had to make do with Rebecca's leftovers. Her school fees and living expenses had been covered by Jerold, not her parents. They had never given her a penny. She used to think it was just because Rebecca was the favored child and that having Jerold's love was enough.

Moreover, Thomas and Yolanda had always told her that as the older sister, she should always put Rebecca first and protect her.

That was why she had always yielded to Rebecca. Even in her past life, she had ultimately sacrificed everything for Rebecca's happiness.

She had felt hurt, frustrated, and wronged, but she had never truly questioned it.

Now, everything that hadn't made sense before suddenly did...

Cynthia turned around, tears welling in her eyes.

She looked at them, her voice trembling. "So... I'm not your daughter, am I?"