The Day My Daughter Chose Her Over Me - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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Declan scoffed from the corner of the room, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Brother, how can you be so gullible? That Doctor Sun—he's been here before. He's one of her old friends. Everything he said was a lie, and you actually bought it?"
He wasn't entirely wrong. I did know Doctor Sun—because I was the one who'd called him to save Declan's life.
When Declan was three, he fell deathly ill with a rare disease.
I carried his tiny, feverish body across the city, begging every renowned doctor for help. He was my flesh and blood—every whimper, every shudder of pain tore through me. I would have taken his suffering in a heartbeat.
Doctor Sun, moved by a mother's desperation, traveled far to treat him. He stayed with the Nolans for over half a year, pulling Declan back from death's door.
Declan was too young to remember. But Jasper saw it all.
Jasper's voice cracked like a whip. "What the hell are you saying? She's your mother—your real mother! That doctor saved your life!"
Declan's eyes burned red, his jaw set in defiance. "No! My mother would never be this cruel!"
Jasper, who usually spoiled his little brother, couldn't even look at him now. He turned to me, hand outstretched. "Mom, let's go. I'll keep you safe."
I met his gaze, cold and detached. Was this for my sake—or Lydia's?
It didn't matter anymore. I just wanted to go home. But with Jasper here, strong and stubborn, I had no chance to end it.
I laughed—sharp, brittle.
"You're adopted, Jasper. Not my blood. Why would I go with you? If I leave, it'll be with Declan."
Jasper flinched like I'd struck him. His hands dropped to his sides, his face pale.
I was the one who gave him a home. A family. And now—did he want Lydia to replace me?
He left the room, shattered.
Declan stood there, something smug flickering in his expression.
"I thought you always loved Big Brother more. But if you stop tormenting Sister Lydia… I'll forgive you. I'll take care of you when you're old, like before."
I didn't let him finish.
"Declan," I said softly. "Come with me to the rooftop."
The wind howled around us, tearing his words to shreds.
"Mom, I haven't fully forgiven you yet. Faking illness, faking death—that's not normal..."
"Sister Lydia's nothing like you. She's honest. She's real..."
"When Dad gets back, I'll ask for a transfer. You can come with me. We'll leave this place. I'll work, and you can—"
I didn't hear the rest.
I was already falling.
And as the ground rushed up, I saw them—Nolan and Lydia, arms full of shopping bags. Jasper in his car, pulling up to the curb.
Their eyes locked on me.
Wide. Horrified.
Too late.
"Brother, how can you be so gullible? That Doctor Sun—he's been here before. He's one of her old friends. Everything he said was a lie, and you actually bought it?"
He wasn't entirely wrong. I did know Doctor Sun—because I was the one who'd called him to save Declan's life.
When Declan was three, he fell deathly ill with a rare disease.
I carried his tiny, feverish body across the city, begging every renowned doctor for help. He was my flesh and blood—every whimper, every shudder of pain tore through me. I would have taken his suffering in a heartbeat.
Doctor Sun, moved by a mother's desperation, traveled far to treat him. He stayed with the Nolans for over half a year, pulling Declan back from death's door.
Declan was too young to remember. But Jasper saw it all.
Jasper's voice cracked like a whip. "What the hell are you saying? She's your mother—your real mother! That doctor saved your life!"
Declan's eyes burned red, his jaw set in defiance. "No! My mother would never be this cruel!"
Jasper, who usually spoiled his little brother, couldn't even look at him now. He turned to me, hand outstretched. "Mom, let's go. I'll keep you safe."
I met his gaze, cold and detached. Was this for my sake—or Lydia's?
It didn't matter anymore. I just wanted to go home. But with Jasper here, strong and stubborn, I had no chance to end it.
I laughed—sharp, brittle.
"You're adopted, Jasper. Not my blood. Why would I go with you? If I leave, it'll be with Declan."
Jasper flinched like I'd struck him. His hands dropped to his sides, his face pale.
I was the one who gave him a home. A family. And now—did he want Lydia to replace me?
He left the room, shattered.
Declan stood there, something smug flickering in his expression.
"I thought you always loved Big Brother more. But if you stop tormenting Sister Lydia… I'll forgive you. I'll take care of you when you're old, like before."
I didn't let him finish.
"Declan," I said softly. "Come with me to the rooftop."
The wind howled around us, tearing his words to shreds.
"Mom, I haven't fully forgiven you yet. Faking illness, faking death—that's not normal..."
"Sister Lydia's nothing like you. She's honest. She's real..."
"When Dad gets back, I'll ask for a transfer. You can come with me. We'll leave this place. I'll work, and you can—"
I didn't hear the rest.
I was already falling.
And as the ground rushed up, I saw them—Nolan and Lydia, arms full of shopping bags. Jasper in his car, pulling up to the curb.
Their eyes locked on me.
Wide. Horrified.
Too late.
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