I let out a cold, bitter laugh.
“Oh, come on, Orville, there’s plenty of blood in the bank! You want to save your precious darling? God damn it, buy it! It’s not like you can’t afford it. Why force me to give her my blood?
“Listen, I’d rather pour it down the drain than give it to that manipulative bitch!”
His eyes turned razor sharp.
“Presley, no more lies. You deserve the truth now—Blairie… She's your half-sister. You have the same father. I found out today while she was being resuscitated. Your dad told me himself. And your blood—it’s the safest for her.
“He was devastated, hitting his chest and crying over how he failed her. But heaven gave us one more chance. Blairie… she’s a real heiress. A rich man’s daughter. But she grew up in hardship, and she risked everything, even her life, just to love me.
“Can’t you just… let it go and forgive her? Help me make it up to her.”
I stared at him—my eyes wide.
‘What? Blaire… is my father’s biological daughter? Not some orphan he adopted out of pity?’
My mind spun, piecing together fragments I’d ignored before.
The day Blaire arrived… Mom stopped smiling.
Dad didn't seem to like Blaire, even often scolding her.
A year later, Mom flew to Switzerland.