Freya stretched lazily in my arms and then turned over to continue sleeping.
An idea suddenly came to mind.
I wondered if Lydia regretted taking my place now.
But I didn't regret it. After leaving, my life became bright and easy. I finished high school and college step by step and opened a flower shop in Tanelle after graduation.
I worked from sunrise to sunset.
I was very satisfied with my life, but life always liked to play tricks on me.
Half a month ago, news of Isaac's severe illness spread online. What I feared most had happened.
The Jones family discovered Lydia's true identity, reversing the switched-at-birth story again.
Seeing Dylan's attitude today, I realized the Jones family wouldn't give up easily. They were powerful, and I was alone.
If they were more forceful and took me away, I couldn't do anything. But fortunately, the organ donation consent form needed my signature. This was probably my last bargaining chip.
After feeding Freya cat food, I went to bed on time.
But with worries on my mind, I tossed and turned all night.
At nine the next morning, I packed Freya in a cat bag and prepared to go to the shop.
I had taken a day off yesterday because of Dylan, so I had to go today.