She Wore My Kidney, I Wore Her Ruin Chapter 05

She Wore My Kidney, I Wore Her Ruin Chapter 05 The Knife She Chose

When I threw her off, Bianca stumbled and fell to the ground.

Her sallow face was blank with shock.

Then she gave a bitter laugh.

“Indeed. I destroyed you. I nearly cost your life.

“Only now do I see it. Only now do I see how stupid I was.”

She sobbed.

I did not want to hear it.

I bowed three times before my parents‘ grave, then turned and left.

Behind me, Bianca screamed, “Clara, I’ll protect you!”

Protect me?

Ridiculous.

I thought she was only saying it in the heat of the moment.

I did not expect a message from her two days later.

“Clara, I cut his manhood. He’ll never have another child in this life. That black–hearted bastard deserves to live like a eunuch.”

Even through the screen, I could imagine the madness on her face.

A video of Bianca stabbing Victor spread online almost immediately.

The incident blew up.

She was a patient, yet she had pulled a knife in the hospital. Victor was in emergency surgery. His mistress had arrived with their daughter and was demanding that Bianca pay. The two women got into a fight.

I immediately hired a lawyer and sent them to the hospital.

We needed evidence for the defamation case from three years ago.

Then I filed a police report against Bianca as well.

That was all I could do.

I knew Bianca would cooperate.

Only by making the case impossible to ignore could I draw the whole internet’s attention and wash away the stain on my name.

The company’s work was finished.

What came next was personal.

I refused to leave with this accusation still hanging over me.

I opened an account and posted a video while the topic was hot

“I am Clara Lane, the person accused three years ago of seducing her brother–in–law by my own sister. I’m back”

“Ms. Bianca Lane has relapsed. She came to apologize to me, and only then did I learn there was more to the story.

“The real culprit has now been stabbed and is in the hospital undergoing emergency treatment. I have reopened the case and asked the police to collect evidence. I will post updates as they come.”

After the post went up, relatives called one after another.

“Clara, it has been so long. Maybe it’s time to let it go.”

“Uncle Arthur, I want to let it go. Bianca is dying, and that is her punishment. But my name cannot remain ruined. I don’t want to die one day and be too ashamed to face my parents underground.”

My uncle sighed.

“As long as you’ve thought it through. Bianca is in trouble now, and she’s terminally ill. If you still care at all about the fact that you were sisters, go see her.

“Otherwise, you may not get another chance.”

I agreed.

I had asked the lawyer to go this time because I needed someone to handle her case too.

After my video was posted, netizens jumped in.

[The home–wrecker is still trying to play victim? Your sister was pushed over the edge by you and that man. That’s why she grabbed the knife.]

[She’s sick and has no child. Why else would she rob a man of the right to be a father? It’s because of you.]

I knew they would say that.

So I kindly posted the photo of Victor’s actual mistress and daughter.

“His mistress is someone else. Not me. I was only used as a shield to protect the real one.”

The moment that photo dropped, the internet exploded.

[What the hell? Plot twist after plot twist?]

Look at the kid’s uniform. That’s preschool. So they were already together three years ago? That’s terrifying.]

[Why would her own sister help that dirtbag frame her?]

[Maybe her sister was just love–blind and got played by a man.]

They were right.

Bianca had been love–blind.

She chose Victor because he was good–looking.

A little sweet talk, and he had her wrapped around his finger.

The discussion online grew hotter and hotter.

I knew one person would definitely see it.