They Called Me Heartless, So Reborn, I Watched Them Self Destruct Chapter 02

They Called Me Heartless, So Reborn, I Watched Them Self Destruct Chapter 02

Ethan sat down, visibly fighting his anger.

“Ask.”

I picked up the risk disclosure form Dr. Bennett had handed us.

Then I started reading through it point by point.

“First. After donating a kidney, the donor needs long-term medical follow-ups, needs to avoid physically demanding work, and needs to stay away from medications that could damage kidney function. Do you understand?”

Ethan clenched his jaw.

“I understand.”

“Second. You’ve had a history of mild high blood pressure and intermittent protein in your urine. Your current test results allow you to proceed, but your risk assessment isn’t in the lowest category. Do you understand?”

Dr. Bennett nodded.

“We’ve discussed this with him. It’s not an absolute contraindication, but he needs to fully understand the risks before proceeding.”

Ethan’s voice dropped.

“I understand.”

“Third. You have your final medical evaluation for the Federal Aviation Research Center next month. That position has medical requirements involving kidney function, medication history, and physical fitness. After donating a kidney, there’s a possibility you won’t pass the evaluation. Do you understand?”

The room went silent.

My mother was the first to panic.

“But Dr. Bennett said you can live normally with one kidney.”

Dr. Bennett sighed.

“Mrs. Miller, living a normal life and passing a highly specialized occupational medical evaluation are two different things. We explained that before.”

My mother froze.

That was the moment she’d started having doubts in my previous life.

But later, she conveniently forgot all about it.

Ethan tightened his grip on the pen.

“I understand.”

I continued.

“Fourth. The surgery carries risks including bleeding, infection, complications from anesthesia, chronic pain, and, in rare cases, serious complications. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“Fifth. Even if Lily’s transplant is successful, she’ll need lifelong anti-rejection medication and medical monitoring. A successful transplant doesn’t mean the problem is permanently solved. Do you understand?”

This time, I looked directly at Lily.

“You answer.”

Her eyelashes trembled.

“I understand.”

“Sixth. Do you confirm that you are accepting Ethan Miller’s kidney voluntarily? No one is forcing you. Not Ethan, and not the Miller family.”

Tears spilled down Lily’s cheeks.

“Claire, why are you asking me this? How could I possibly…”

“Answer the question.”

My voice remained calm.

She froze.

In my previous life, the second Lily cried, I automatically became the cruel, heartless little sister in everyone’s eyes.

But today, I wasn’t going to hand her the knife.

She had to answer for herself.

“I confirm. I’m accepting it voluntarily.”

I nodded.

Then I looked at my parents.

“And you two? You support Ethan’s decision to donate his kidney, correct?”

My father answered coldly.

“He’s my son. He’s doing something good. Of course we support him.”

My mother hesitated.

But after a moment, she wiped away her tears.

“Yes. If it can save Lily, we support him.”

I took three additional confirmation forms from my bag.

I slid them across the table.

“Sign them.”

My father slammed his palm against the table.

“Claire, you actually came prepared with these? Are you here to help someone or set us up?”

I looked up at him.

“I’m not here to save anyone.”

The room fell completely silent.

I spoke slowly and clearly.

“I’m here to witness your decision.”

Ethan gave a cold laugh.

“Fine. I’ll sign.”

He picked up the pen and signed his name in quick, sharp strokes.

The tip of the pen dragged across the paper like it was cutting open his future.

My father signed next.

Then my mother signed with trembling hands.

When it was Lily’s turn, tears fell onto the paper and blurred a small patch of ink.

“Claire, do you really have to push us this far?”

I looked at her.

“I’m not the one pushing you.”

I collected the forms, took photos of them, uploaded the images to the cloud, and sent copies to a second email account.

“You all said you were willing.”

Outside the room, my aunt, Susan Miller, muttered under her breath.

“That girl is ice-cold. Her own brother is trying to save someone, and she’s still pulling something like this.”

I turned toward her.

“Aunt Susan, you think Ethan donating his kidney is something to be proud of?”

She hesitated.

“Of course it is.”

“Then your son is an adult too. Why don’t you get him tested to see if he’s a match?”

Her face changed immediately.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

I smiled.

“So it’s noble when someone else makes the sacrifice. But when it comes to your own family, suddenly I’m the one saying something crazy. Your version of ‘kindness’ sure knows how to pick its victims.”

The hallway went completely silent.

Ethan handed the consent forms to Dr. Bennett.

“Dr. Bennett, schedule the surgery.”

Then he didn’t even look at me.

“Claire, from this day forward, you’re no sister of mine.”

I nodded.

“Okay.”

I’d heard those words countless times in my previous life.

This time, they weren’t a punishment.

They were freedom.