They Made Me the Knight, But I Became My Own Princess Chapter 08

They Made Me the Knight, But I Became My Own Princess Chapter 08

Sadie had been in an accident.

Dad received a call from the hospital on the 3rd day after she stormed out.

Sadie had gotten blind drunk at a bar and gone street racing with a bleached-blond man she had

just met. The resulting crash was catastrophic.

The man died at the scene. Sadie survived, but both legs suffered comminuted fractures, and

several internal organs ruptured.

Even worse, doctors discovered acute bone marrow failure while treating her. She urgently needed a bone marrow transplant, but the registry couldn’t immediately find a match.

Outside the operating room, Mom nearly fainted from crying.

“Doctor, take my marrow! Take mine!”

The doctor looked at her helplessly.

“Mrs. Farley, you’re not a match. The patient needs a bone marrow transplant as soon as possible, or she may not survive the next few days.”

Dad paced like a caged animal.

Then something occurred to him.

“Molly. Molly has to be a match. They’re twins. Their tissue types will be identical!”

Mom seized on the idea like a lifeline and frantically searched through her phone. No matter how many different numbers she used to call me, the same cold message answered every time.

“We’re sorry. The number you have dialed is currently unavailable.”

“What are we going to do? We can’t reach her…” Mom collapsed to the floor. “Sadie is going to die!”

Dad clenched his jaw and called the reception desk at the Keaton company’s local office.

Trading on the last scraps of his reputation, he obtained the executive assistant’s number.

Thirty minutes later, my phone lit up in Wade’s hand,

“It’s Mr. Farley,” he said, looking at me. “Sadie was in a car accident. He wants you to go back and donate bone marrow. It’s your decision whether to answer.”

I watched the number flash on the screen. My heart was perfectly still.

I accepted the call and put it on speaker.

“Molly! Molly, you finally answered!” Dad’s voice was ragged and thick with tears. “Your sister was in a car accident. She developed a blood disorder and desperately needs your bone marrow.

Please come back. I’m begging you! If you save her, we’ll listen to you about everything from now

on!”

As I listened to him break down and plead, I remembered the fever I had suffered when I was 10.

years old.

Heavy rain had fallen that night, and my temperature had climbed to nearly 104°F.

Sadie, however, had thrown a tantrum in the living room because she wanted a cake from a popular bakery across town.

Dad drove through the storm to buy it. Mom stayed in Sadie’s room soothing her. Neither of them remembered the other child lying delirious with fever.

If our neighbor hadn’t found me the next day, the fever might have caused permanent brain

damage.

“Dad.”

I spoke calmly, cutting off his sobs.

“I can’t go back.”

The other end went silent.

“Why not? Book a flight right now. Wade has a private jet. You can be here in no time. Molly, this is a human life. She’s your twin sister.”

I watched the first snow drift past the window.

“I’m pregnant. The doctor said the pregnancy is unstable during the first 3 months. I can’t take a long flight, and I absolutely can’t donate bone marrow.”

The line went deathly silent. Only Dad’s labored breathing remained.

“You…” His voice trembled. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You want to watch your

sister die!”

I didn’t argue. I didn’t even feel angry.

“Dad, do you remember my 22nd birthday? I knew all along that you and Mom had rigged the knight card. Back then, did it ever occur to you that I was your daughter too?”

The other end went mute. Even his ragged breathing stopped.

My voice stayed even, as though I were telling someone else’s story.

“You always said even heaven knew she was born to be cherished, that she was a princess by bith. If heaven loves her so much, it won’t bear to take her life. You should pray to heaven instead

of begging me.”

“But Molly, without bone marrow, she really will die…” Dad’s voice held a fear and humility I had

never heard before.

“Then that’s the trial she has to face as a princess.”