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Chapter 4

Flavia was right.

I was not the legitimate heir of the Sinclair family. I was just someone they adopted to safeguard Flavia.

Still, I was deeply grateful to them for taking me out of that impoverished orphanage, and I cared for my lively little sister.

Because of this, I was determined to repay them in every way I could.

Our parents passed away during our sophomore year.

At that time, the Sinclair Group was surrounded by threats, with everyone eager to take advantage.

Flavia had just lost her parents and faced intimidation from many people, leaving her so scared that she couldn't sleep for nights. Her mental health quickly deteriorated.

To help her, I set up a makeshift bed in her room and kept watch over her day and night.

Later, with the strength of our parents' will, I took decisive steps to reorganize the company and secured the position of president of the Sinclair Group. Gradually, life began to improve.

The hardships were significant, but I never told Flavia about them. All I wanted was for her to be happy.

Slowly, she emerged from the shadow of our parents' death and grew closer to me.

I gave her everything I could, treating her like a true princess.

Just yesterday, when Victoria came over, I had just finished giving Flavia a blood transfusion.

She had grown up a lot, and her personality had changed quite a bit.

Now, she was particularly passionate about racing, an exhilarating sport, and she still complained that I was too talkative.

Unfortunately, yesterday, she had an accident.

She crashed while taking a turn, suffered severe blood loss, and her life was in danger.

Her blood type was rare, and the hospital's blood bank was running low.

In a moment of urgency, I didn't hesitate and let the doctor draw my blood.

Flavia and I shared the same blood type, which was one of the reasons I was adopted in the first place.

They took 400ml before stopping.

By the end of it, I felt dizzy, but I still made sure to leave the operating room.

I didn't want the little girl to open her eyes and see my pale face.

She didn't need to know about my struggles. She just needed to be happy forever.

But I never expected that the person I cared for the most would turn around and stab me in the back.