The Brother I Could Never Call Again Chapter 02

The Brother I Could Never Call Again Chapter 02

This time, I refused to be adopted by the Whitfield family.

I stayed buried in the crowd, keeping my mouth shut no matter what.

Scout was frantic beside me, signing wildly.

Then a group of people in white coats arrived.

They lined up all the girls and started taking blood.

They were running DNA tests.

That hadn’t happened in my previous life.

I blended into the crowd.

Grant stood nearby, carrying himself with a maturity far beyond his age.

Instinctively, I moved to the very back of the line.

Soon enough, it was my turn.

A female doctor led me over for the blood draw.

Keeping my head down, I walked past Grant. All I saw were his polished black dress shoes.

Then he suddenly spoke.

“Skip her. She isn’t Nora.”

I froze.

Then it hit me. Grant had been reborn too.

The doctor let me leave.

Without another word, I turned around and walked away.

From beginning to end, Grant never looked at me once. Like looking at me was beneath him.

I didn’t care.

If he’d been reborn too, that was even better.

The farther apart we stayed, the better.

That same day, word came that the Whitfields had found their real daughter. She was coming home to Ashbury.

Scout sighed and signed.

[Why can’t you ever catch a break?]

Yeah.

Everyone had their own fate. Mine had never been a fortunate one.

But even a worthless life still deserved to live.

As long as I worked hard enough, I’d survive.

What I didn’t expect was for the Whitfields to come back.

They said they wanted to find a companion for Nora.

In a way, finding their real daughter had been thanks to that adopted girl.

So they still intended to adopt another child.

Scout was thrilled. He pushed me forward again.

I knew he meant well.

We both knew how miserable life as an orphan was.

No family. No one to rely on. Nothing except yourself.

In my previous life, a few years after I was adopted, I finally got my own phone.

I’d tried to contact him.

But after he left the orphanage, he vanished completely. No one ever found him again.

Maybe he had quietly died somewhere. Just like Nora.

Looking at his hopeful face, I hesitated.

And at that moment, a little finger pointed directly at me.

“I want Sister Ivy.”