I Pretended to Be Dead and They All Panicked Chapter 04

I Pretended to Be Dead and They All Panicked Chapter 04

“Oh, right. That’s what matters.”

My parents didn’t dare waste another second.

They rushed me to the hospital and immediately arranged the most comprehensive VIP examination available.

My mother grabbed the doctor’s white coat.

“Doctor, is my daughter really okay? Her previous tests said there was something wrong with her heart…”

The doctor flipped through my medical report.

“She’s fine. Every test came back normal. She’s perfectly healthy.”

My mother froze.

She glanced at me lying completely motionless on the hospital bed.

“Then why hasn’t she woken up?”

The doctor pushed his glasses higher on his nose and gave a dry laugh.

“She’s faking it.”

He sounded almost amused.

“Kids these days pretend to be sick all the time when they want to pressure their parents into giving them what they want. I imagine your daughter is doing the same thing.”

My mother was about to curse him for talking nonsense when I slowly sat up.

“It’s okay, Mom. I really was just too lazy to move.”

The entire room went silent.

Just then, Evangeline’s eyes turned red.

She hesitated before speaking.

“Mom, Dad… there’s something I don’t know if I should tell you.”

She pulled a thick report from her purse.

It was from a private investigator.

Sniffling, she said, “I found out that Cordelia has been pretending to be unconscious and framing people since she was little.”

“Back in kindergarten, she scared one of her classmates so badly that the child ran a fever for three days. In elementary school, she pulled the same stunt and scared one of her teachers so badly that they nearly quit.”

Her voice grew more wounded with every word.

“Even after she came home, Cordelia has pulled this several times. Every single time, Mom and Dad panic and rush her to the hospital.”

“I know she’s doing it because she wants attention, but this has gone way too far. She’s scared me several times too. And every time, I ended up thinking I’d somehow failed her.”

My parents stared at the thick investigation report, too stunned to speak.

Finally, my mother looked at me in disbelief.

“Is all of this true?”

I opened my mouth.

Then I realized I had nothing worth arguing about.

So I simply nodded.

“Cordelia Sinclair, you’ve disappointed me.”

My mother’s voice was filled with betrayal.

“Your father and I put million-dollar business deals on hold just to stay by your side because we were terrified something would happen to you.”

“And this is how you repay us? By selfishly faking illness just to get everyone’s attention?”

She took a deep breath, then her expression turned cold.

“If you love being in the hospital so much, I’ll pay for another month.”

She turned toward the door.

“You can stay here and think about what you’ve done.”

Then she walked away.

I sat silently on the hospital bed.

I didn’t try to stop her.

Once everyone had left, Evangeline finally dropped the act.

She walked over to my bed and looked down at me with open contempt.

“You really thought you could take me on?”

She sneered.

“You’re still too naive, Cordelia. I barely had to dig. Your entire history was practically sitting there waiting for me.”

She pointed toward the open window.

“You love pretending to be unconscious to get attention, don’t you?”

Her smile turned cruel.

“Then prove it. Jump.”

“I’ll believe you when you do.”

Evangeline kept going, throwing one cruel insult after another.

She didn’t stop until she realized I had no intention of responding.

With a contemptuous laugh, she finally left.

The hospital room fell silent.

I hadn’t stayed quiet because I was guilty.

I simply couldn’t be bothered to explain myself.

My eyes drifted toward the wide-open window.

The truth was, no one knew that my lack of energy wasn’t the only problem.

My desire to stay alive was just as weak.

Being alive had never felt particularly meaningful to me.

So I didn’t hesitate.

I ran straight toward the window and jumped.

At that very moment, my parents had just reached the hospital entrance.

They were still complaining about how immature I was, saying that if they’d known I was nothing but a liar, they never should have brought me home.

Then suddenly…

THUD!

Something heavy crashed down right in front of them.

“Oh, right. That’s what matters.”

My parents didn’t dare waste another second.

They rushed me to the hospital and immediately arranged the most comprehensive VIP examination available.

My mother grabbed the doctor’s white coat.

“Doctor, is my daughter really okay? Her previous tests said there was something wrong with her heart…”

The doctor flipped through my medical report.

“She’s fine. Every test came back normal. She’s perfectly healthy.”

My mother froze.

She glanced at me lying completely motionless on the hospital bed.

“Then why hasn’t she woken up?”

The doctor pushed his glasses higher on his nose and gave a dry laugh.

“She’s faking it.”

He sounded almost amused.

“Kids these days pretend to be sick all the time when they want to pressure their parents into giving them what they want. I imagine your daughter is doing the same thing.”

My mother was about to curse him for talking nonsense when I slowly sat up.

“It’s okay, Mom. I really was just too lazy to move.”

The entire room went silent.

Just then, Evangeline’s eyes turned red.

She hesitated before speaking.

“Mom, Dad… there’s something I don’t know if I should tell you.”

She pulled a thick report from her purse.

It was from a private investigator.

Sniffling, she said, “I found out that Cordelia has been pretending to be unconscious and framing people since she was little.”

“Back in kindergarten, she scared one of her classmates so badly that the child ran a fever for three days. In elementary school, she pulled the same stunt and scared one of her teachers so badly that they nearly quit.”

Her voice grew more wounded with every word.

“Even after she came home, Cordelia has pulled this several times. Every single time, Mom and Dad panic and rush her to the hospital.”

“I know she’s doing it because she wants attention, but this has gone way too far. She’s scared me several times too. And every time, I ended up thinking I’d somehow failed her.”

My parents stared at the thick investigation report, too stunned to speak.

Finally, my mother looked at me in disbelief.

“Is all of this true?”

I opened my mouth.

Then I realized I had nothing worth arguing about.

So I simply nodded.

“Cordelia Sinclair, you’ve disappointed me.”

My mother’s voice was filled with betrayal.

“Your father and I put million-dollar business deals on hold just to stay by your side because we were terrified something would happen to you.”

“And this is how you repay us? By selfishly faking illness just to get everyone’s attention?”

She took a deep breath, then her expression turned cold.

“If you love being in the hospital so much, I’ll pay for another month.”

She turned toward the door.

“You can stay here and think about what you’ve done.”

Then she walked away.

I sat silently on the hospital bed.

I didn’t try to stop her.

Once everyone had left, Evangeline finally dropped the act.

She walked over to my bed and looked down at me with open contempt.

“You really thought you could take me on?”

She sneered.

“You’re still too naive, Cordelia. I barely had to dig. Your entire history was practically sitting there waiting for me.”

She pointed toward the open window.

“You love pretending to be unconscious to get attention, don’t you?”

Her smile turned cruel.

“Then prove it. Jump.”

“I’ll believe you when you do.”

Evangeline kept going, throwing one cruel insult after another.

She didn’t stop until she realized I had no intention of responding.

With a contemptuous laugh, she finally left.

The hospital room fell silent.

I hadn’t stayed quiet because I was guilty.

I simply couldn’t be bothered to explain myself.

My eyes drifted toward the wide-open window.

The truth was, no one knew that my lack of energy wasn’t the only problem.

My desire to stay alive was just as weak.

Being alive had never felt particularly meaningful to me.

So I didn’t hesitate.

I ran straight toward the window and jumped.

At that very moment, my parents had just reached the hospital entrance.

They were still complaining about how immature I was, saying that if they’d known I was nothing but a liar, they never should have brought me home.

Then suddenly…

THUD!

Something heavy crashed down right in front of them.