They Told Me I Was Adopted, I Was The Real One All Along Chapter 08By Novel7s Admin / October 6, 2026 They Told Me I Was Adopted, I Was The Real One All Along Chapter 08Mia changed completely. Once she realized she could no longer get the emotional attention she wanted from her “crazy” adoptive parents, her real nature came out. She stopped pretending to be sweet and began. spending her nights at upscale bars, burning through Dad’s secondary credit card. At one party, she even offended the Whitmore. Group’s biggest investor by speaking without thinking. That night, Dad threw an adoption–termination. agreement in front of her. “Sign it, then get out of the Whitmore house.” Dad sat on the sofa. His temples had gone completely gray in two short weeks. His eyes held no warmth. Mia stared at the agreement, her face turning white. “Dad… you can’t do this to me!” “My biological parents died saving you! You promised them you’d take care of me for the rest of my life!” Dad gave a cold laugh. “Yes, they saved me once.” “But for nineteen years, I gave you the best life money could buy and treated you like a true heiress. For you, I even drove my own daughter to her death!” “I, Richard Whitmore, paid that debt long ago. I paid more than I owed.” “Now when I look at your face, I feel sick.” Mia broke down. She grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it at the wall, her face twisted with rage. “Fine! Throw me out! You really think I want to stay‘ in this haunted house?” “Claire was born to die young, and you two were born to die alone! You’ll rot in guilt for the rest of your lives!” She cursed them viciously, ran upstairs for a few pieces of expensive jewelry, and fled the Whitmore estate that night. The house fell silent again. I floated by the window and watched Mia run. away. I felt no sympathy. She wasn’t pure evil. She was greedy. She greedily enjoyed everything that should have been mine, then refused to accept any responsibility. Now she had finally paid for that greed. The next day, Dad received a phone call. It was from the organ–donor center. “Mr. Whitmore, I’m calling about your daughter Claire’s cornea donation. The recipient is recovering well.” “Under our policy, the recipient’s family would like to thank you in person. Would you be willing to meet them?” Dad’s hand tightened around the phone. “Yes.” That afternoon, Dad pushed Mom, now sitting in a wheelchair and half out of her mind, to the hospital garden. The sun was bright. A girl of about fifteen or sixteen approached with her parents. Her eyes were huge, clear, and bright with at hunger to see the world anew. Those clear eyes were seeing the world through the corneas I’d donated. The girl’s mother dropped to her knees in front of Dad and sobbed. “Thank you… Thank you for raising such a kind daughter.” “If Claire hadn’t helped my daughter, she never would have seen the light. She was a real angel.” Dad looked into the familiar eyes and seemed to see the little girl who had once stared up at him, desperate for a word of praise. “An angel…” Dad gave a bitter laugh. Tears ran down the deep lines in his face. “She wasn’t an angel. She was a poor child we abandoned.” Mom suddenly struggled out of the wheelchair and stumbled toward the girl. “Claire! My Claire!” She held the girl’s face in both hands and stared at those eyes with rapture. “You forgive Mommy, don’t you? You came back to see me!” The girl burst into frightened tears. Her parents quickly pulled her away, staring at Mom as if she were insane. They thanked Dad hurriedly and left. Mom chased them a few steps before falling hard onto the grass. She clawed at the dirt and let out a heart–rending howl. “Give my daughter back! Give me Claire’s eyes!” Dad walked over but didn’t help her. He looked at the broken woman on the ground, once his elegant wife, and spoke in a hollow voice. “Elaine, stop looking.” “Our punishment has only just begun.” I stood in the sunlight and watched the bloody farce. At last, those eyes were seeing the world they were meant to see. They didn’t need my forgiveness. Hell had already opened its doors for them. Mia changed completely. Once she realized she could no longer get the emotional attention she wanted from her “crazy” adoptive parents, her real nature came out. She stopped pretending to be sweet and began. spending her nights at upscale bars, burning through Dad’s secondary credit card. At one party, she even offended the Whitmore. Group’s biggest investor by speaking without thinking. That night, Dad threw an adoption–termination. agreement in front of her. “Sign it, then get out of the Whitmore house.” Dad sat on the sofa. His temples had gone completely gray in two short weeks. His eyes held no warmth. Mia stared at the agreement, her face turning white. “Dad… you can’t do this to me!” “My biological parents died saving you! You promised them you’d take care of me for the rest of my life!” Dad gave a cold laugh. “Yes, they saved me once.” “But for nineteen years, I gave you the best life money could buy and treated you like a true heiress. For you, I even drove my own daughter to her death!” “I, Richard Whitmore, paid that debt long ago. I paid more than I owed.” “Now when I look at your face, I feel sick.” Mia broke down. She grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it at the wall, her face twisted with rage. “Fine! Throw me out! You really think I want to stay‘ in this haunted house?” “Claire was born to die young, and you two were born to die alone! You’ll rot in guilt for the rest of your lives!” She cursed them viciously, ran upstairs for a few pieces of expensive jewelry, and fled the Whitmore estate that night. The house fell silent again. I floated by the window and watched Mia run. away. I felt no sympathy. She wasn’t pure evil. She was greedy. She greedily enjoyed everything that should have been mine, then refused to accept any responsibility. Now she had finally paid for that greed. The next day, Dad received a phone call. It was from the organ–donor center. “Mr. Whitmore, I’m calling about your daughter Claire’s cornea donation. The recipient is recovering well.” “Under our policy, the recipient’s family would like to thank you in person. Would you be willing to meet them?” Dad’s hand tightened around the phone. “Yes.” That afternoon, Dad pushed Mom, now sitting in a wheelchair and half out of her mind, to the hospital garden. The sun was bright. A girl of about fifteen or sixteen approached with her parents. Her eyes were huge, clear, and bright with at hunger to see the world anew. Those clear eyes were seeing the world through the corneas I’d donated. The girl’s mother dropped to her knees in front of Dad and sobbed. “Thank you… Thank you for raising such a kind daughter.” “If Claire hadn’t helped my daughter, she never would have seen the light. She was a real angel.” Dad looked into the familiar eyes and seemed to see the little girl who had once stared up at him, desperate for a word of praise. “An angel…” Dad gave a bitter laugh. Tears ran down the deep lines in his face. “She wasn’t an angel. She was a poor child we abandoned.” Mom suddenly struggled out of the wheelchair and stumbled toward the girl. “Claire! My Claire!” She held the girl’s face in both hands and stared at those eyes with rapture. “You forgive Mommy, don’t you? You came back to see me!” The girl burst into frightened tears. Her parents quickly pulled her away, staring at Mom as if she were insane. They thanked Dad hurriedly and left. Mom chased them a few steps before falling hard onto the grass. She clawed at the dirt and let out a heart–rending howl. “Give my daughter back! Give me Claire’s eyes!” Dad walked over but didn’t help her. He looked at the broken woman on the ground, once his elegant wife, and spoke in a hollow voice. “Elaine, stop looking.” “Our punishment has only just begun.” I stood in the sunlight and watched the bloody farce. At last, those eyes were seeing the world they were meant to see. They didn’t need my forgiveness. Hell had already opened its doors for them. Mia changed completely. Once she realized she could no longer get the emotional attention she wanted from her “crazy” adoptive parents, her real nature came out. She stopped pretending to be sweet and began. spending her nights at upscale bars, burning through Dad’s secondary credit card. At one party, she even offended the Whitmore. Group’s biggest investor by speaking without thinking. That night, Dad threw an adoption–termination. agreement in front of her. “Sign it, then get out of the Whitmore house.” Dad sat on the sofa. His temples had gone completely gray in two short weeks. His eyes held no warmth. Mia stared at the agreement, her face turning white. “Dad… you can’t do this to me!” “My biological parents died saving you! You promised them you’d take care of me for the rest of my life!” Dad gave a cold laugh. “Yes, they saved me once.” “But for nineteen years, I gave you the best life money could buy and treated you like a true heiress. For you, I even drove my own daughter to her death!” “I, Richard Whitmore, paid that debt long ago. I paid more than I owed.” “Now when I look at your face, I feel sick.” Mia broke down. She grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it at the wall, her face twisted with rage. “Fine! Throw me out! You really think I want to stay‘ in this haunted house?” “Claire was born to die young, and you two were born to die alone! You’ll rot in guilt for the rest of your lives!” She cursed them viciously, ran upstairs for a few pieces of expensive jewelry, and fled the Whitmore estate that night. The house fell silent again. I floated by the window and watched Mia run. away. I felt no sympathy. She wasn’t pure evil. She was greedy. She greedily enjoyed everything that should have been mine, then refused to accept any responsibility. Now she had finally paid for that greed. The next day, Dad received a phone call. It was from the organ–donor center. “Mr. Whitmore, I’m calling about your daughter Claire’s cornea donation. The recipient is recovering well.” “Under our policy, the recipient’s family would like to thank you in person. Would you be willing to meet them?” Dad’s hand tightened around the phone. “Yes.” That afternoon, Dad pushed Mom, now sitting in a wheelchair and half out of her mind, to the hospital garden. The sun was bright. A girl of about fifteen or sixteen approached with her parents. Her eyes were huge, clear, and bright with at hunger to see the world anew. Those clear eyes were seeing the world through the corneas I’d donated. The girl’s mother dropped to her knees in front of Dad and sobbed. “Thank you… Thank you for raising such a kind daughter.” “If Claire hadn’t helped my daughter, she never would have seen the light. She was a real angel.” Dad looked into the familiar eyes and seemed to see the little girl who had once stared up at him, desperate for a word of praise. “An angel…” Dad gave a bitter laugh. Tears ran down the deep lines in his face. “She wasn’t an angel. She was a poor child we abandoned.” Mom suddenly struggled out of the wheelchair and stumbled toward the girl. “Claire! My Claire!” She held the girl’s face in both hands and stared at those eyes with rapture. “You forgive Mommy, don’t you? You came back to see me!” The girl burst into frightened tears. Her parents quickly pulled her away, staring at Mom as if she were insane. They thanked Dad hurriedly and left. Mom chased them a few steps before falling hard onto the grass. She clawed at the dirt and let out a heart–rending howl. “Give my daughter back! Give me Claire’s eyes!” Dad walked over but didn’t help her. He looked at the broken woman on the ground, once his elegant wife, and spoke in a hollow voice. “Elaine, stop looking.” “Our punishment has only just begun.” I stood in the sunlight and watched the bloody farce. At last, those eyes were seeing the world they were meant to see. They didn’t need my forgiveness. Hell had already opened its doors for them.
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