They Told Me I Was Adopted, I Was The Real One All Along Chapter 06By Novel7s Admin / October 6, 2026 They Told Me I Was Adopted, I Was The Real One All Along Chapter 06“Leukemia… terminal?” Dad stared at the records, his voice dry and rough. His eyes were wide, blood vessels standing out across the whites. “That can’t be. She never told us she was sick.” “The day she left, she said she was going to the organ–donor center.” Captain Diaz gave a cold laugh and pulled a thin. card from the evidence bag. “She went there to sign this.” An organ–donor card. It stated that Claire Whitmore had registered as an organ and tissue donor after death, including her corneas and every usable organ. My handwritten signature filled the lower right corner. The letters trembled with the fever and weakness that had wracked me that day. “Most of her organs had already failed. Only her corneas were unaffected by the cancer and suitable for transplant.” Mom collapsed onto the floor. Then she began to scream hysterically. “She’s lying! She did it on purpose!” “She was trying to punish us for lying to her for nineteen years!” “Claire, get up! You don’t get to die and scare me. like this!” She crawled toward the table and tried to shake my body. I hovered above her and watched her collapse. without pity. How ironic. While I was alive, she screamed at me for touching her favorite carpet. After I died, she wanted to crush my body against her chest. Two female officers pulled Mom away. Mia stood in the doorway, covering her mouth with. a handkerchief as tears fell. “Why was Claire so foolish? Even if she was sick, she should have told Mom and Dad.” “Maybe she thought I had taken her place and didn’t want to burden us.” Dad whipped around and glared at Mia like an enraged lion. “Shut up!” Mia flinched. The false innocence nearly fell off her face. Dad shoved past an officer, rushed out of the morgue, and grabbed Hank and Linda as they were brought in. “You two animals! I told you to look after her. What did you do to her?” Dad punched Hank in the face. Hank’s nose gushed blood, but he started screaming. “Mr. Whitmore, why are you hitting me?” “Your assistant told us the girl was disobedient in the city and that we should discipline her hard, as long as we didn’t kill her!” “How were we supposed to know she had a terminal illness? She was feverish and bleeding. We thought she was faking and locked her in the shed.” Linda threw herself onto the floor and began making a scene too. “That’s right! Rich people like you use poor people as weapons, then blame us when someone dies?” “If you hadn’t made us pretend to be her relatives, she wouldn’t have died in our shack!” Every word struck Dad and Mom like a knife. They had built the lie with their own hands. They had sent me to hell themselves. Dad let go and staggered backward until he hit the cold wall. His eyes moved past the crowd to the examination table again.. “Take her away…” He murmured as if speaking to the police, or confessing to me. Three days later, my ashes were brought back to the Whitmore estate. There was no funeral, and no friends or relatives. were notified. Dad thought the circumstances of my death were too humiliating and would become a joke in business circles. The estate fell into oppressive silence. Mom sat on the sofa, clutching my urn, her eyes. unfocused. Then the Whitmore family’s private attorney walked in. “Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore.” He removed a document from his briefcase. “Claire asked me to hold on to her will and a letter before she left for the country.” “She said I was to give them to you if anything happened to her.” Dad jerked up and snatched the papers. The envelope was thin. Inside was a bank card and a page covered in writing. “Dad. Mom.” “This is the eighty thousand dollars I saved waiting tables and tutoring.” “I paid seventy thousand as the down payment on a cemetery plot outside the city. I still owe ten thousand. The password is Mia’s birthday.” “Please help me pay the rest. I don’t want to die without a place to live.” “Also…” Dad’s voice stopped. His hands began to shake violently, and his eyes filled. Mom sensed something was wrong and snatched the page from him. The final line was written in an unnervingly calm hand: “That night, when I went to get water, I heard what you said in the bedroom.” “I didn’t cry, and I don’t blame you.” “I know I’m your biological daughter. I know Mia is the one you adopted.” “Since you love her so much, I won’t ask you to save me. And I’m giving your family back to you.” “Leukemia… terminal?” Dad stared at the records, his voice dry and rough. His eyes were wide, blood vessels standing out across the whites. “That can’t be. She never told us she was sick.” “The day she left, she said she was going to the organ–donor center.” Captain Diaz gave a cold laugh and pulled a thin. card from the evidence bag. “She went there to sign this.” An organ–donor card. It stated that Claire Whitmore had registered as an organ and tissue donor after death, including her corneas and every usable organ. My handwritten signature filled the lower right corner. The letters trembled with the fever and weakness that had wracked me that day. “Most of her organs had already failed. Only her corneas were unaffected by the cancer and suitable for transplant.” Mom collapsed onto the floor. Then she began to scream hysterically. “She’s lying! She did it on purpose!” “She was trying to punish us for lying to her for nineteen years!” “Claire, get up! You don’t get to die and scare me. like this!” She crawled toward the table and tried to shake my body. I hovered above her and watched her collapse. without pity. How ironic. While I was alive, she screamed at me for touching her favorite carpet. After I died, she wanted to crush my body against her chest. Two female officers pulled Mom away. Mia stood in the doorway, covering her mouth with. a handkerchief as tears fell. “Why was Claire so foolish? Even if she was sick, she should have told Mom and Dad.” “Maybe she thought I had taken her place and didn’t want to burden us.” Dad whipped around and glared at Mia like an enraged lion. “Shut up!” Mia flinched. The false innocence nearly fell off her face. Dad shoved past an officer, rushed out of the morgue, and grabbed Hank and Linda as they were brought in. “You two animals! I told you to look after her. What did you do to her?” Dad punched Hank in the face. Hank’s nose gushed blood, but he started screaming. “Mr. Whitmore, why are you hitting me?” “Your assistant told us the girl was disobedient in the city and that we should discipline her hard, as long as we didn’t kill her!” “How were we supposed to know she had a terminal illness? She was feverish and bleeding. We thought she was faking and locked her in the shed.” Linda threw herself onto the floor and began making a scene too. “That’s right! Rich people like you use poor people as weapons, then blame us when someone dies?” “If you hadn’t made us pretend to be her relatives, she wouldn’t have died in our shack!” Every word struck Dad and Mom like a knife. They had built the lie with their own hands. They had sent me to hell themselves. Dad let go and staggered backward until he hit the cold wall. His eyes moved past the crowd to the examination table again.. “Take her away…” He murmured as if speaking to the police, or confessing to me. Three days later, my ashes were brought back to the Whitmore estate. There was no funeral, and no friends or relatives. were notified. Dad thought the circumstances of my death were too humiliating and would become a joke in business circles. The estate fell into oppressive silence. Mom sat on the sofa, clutching my urn, her eyes. unfocused. Then the Whitmore family’s private attorney walked in. “Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore.” He removed a document from his briefcase. “Claire asked me to hold on to her will and a letter before she left for the country.” “She said I was to give them to you if anything happened to her.” Dad jerked up and snatched the papers. The envelope was thin. Inside was a bank card and a page covered in writing. “Dad. Mom.” “This is the eighty thousand dollars I saved waiting tables and tutoring.” “I paid seventy thousand as the down payment on a cemetery plot outside the city. I still owe ten thousand. The password is Mia’s birthday.” “Please help me pay the rest. I don’t want to die without a place to live.” “Also…” Dad’s voice stopped. His hands began to shake violently, and his eyes filled. Mom sensed something was wrong and snatched the page from him. The final line was written in an unnervingly calm hand: “That night, when I went to get water, I heard what you said in the bedroom.” “I didn’t cry, and I don’t blame you.” “I know I’m your biological daughter. I know Mia is the one you adopted.” “Since you love her so much, I won’t ask you to save me. And I’m giving your family back to you.”
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