Chapter 4 Biological
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Chapter 4
When Lena relayed the events to me, mimicking the stern expression of the police officer, it added an extra layer of humor. According to her, Elodie was so frightened upon hearing the possibility of a three–year sentence that she collapsed to the ground.
Later, when Elodie’s mother arrived, she immediately embraced her and burst into
tears. They brought along a lawyer and accompanied Elodie to the police station.
“Do you think Elodie will actually be sentenced?” Lena asked me while peeling an apple.
“Yes, she will. If she doesn’t, the incident from the day of the college entrance exam in my previous life will
itself.”
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entrance exam is in six months. If your
right hand is injured, how will you take the exam?” Ms. Chen walked in with her hands
on her hips.
“If your internal organs were damaged, you wouldn’t be in the hospital; you’d be in the ICU,” Ms. Chen continued, her face growing redder. Although I was lying in the hospital bed, if looks could kill, I’d be dead by now.
I chuckled. In my previous life, I never realized that someone actually cared about me.
“Bang!” The hospital room door was forcefully kicked open.
“Watch me teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!” My mother stormed in with a contorted face, delivering two slaps. If Ms. Chen hadn’t held her back, she might have strangled me.
“You bring bad luck! I should never have brought you to this city. You should have stayed in the countryside and lived a simple life,” she spat.
At this moment, Ms. Chen and Lena exchanged bewildered glances.
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“She’s my mother,” I said coldly, looking down.
“I’m not your mother, you wretched thing. I severed ties with you long ago. You’re a curse, and now you want to harm Elodie. Go tell the police this is all a misunderstanding, or I’ll kill you,” she threatened.
My father arrived and pulled her away, giving me a sideways glance.
“Phoebe, you and Elodie are twins. Sending your sister to jail, what will people think of you?”
Look at these two. Since they arrived, neither of them asked about my injuries, nor did they even glance at my hand.
I smiled bitterly. Whether in my past life or this one, the pain in my heart was real. If the trauma from my original family was something I had to carry for a lifetime, I felt like I had never truly been part of this family, always an outsider.
No one had ever loved me. The only marks left on me by this family were physical
scars.
“I won’t sign a letter of forgiveness. Elodie won’t be able to take the college entrance exam,” I said, pulling the blanket over myself. They tried to approach me again, but fortunately, the police arrived. “Please do not disturb the patient,” they said, escorting my parents out.
I applied for victim protection, and until I was discharged, the police patrolled my hospital room 24/7.
At that moment, I was deeply grateful to our country. It wouldn’t abandon you because of your poverty or low status. Even the wealthy couldn’t act with impunity before the
law.
During the trial, Elodie glared at me venomously. Due to the widespread online coverage of the incident and my refusal to issue a letter of forgiveness, the evidence was irrefutable. Despite Elodie’s denial of guilt, the court found her actions particularly malicious and sentenced her to eight months in prison for intentional injury. The other two accomplices received suspended sentences.
The juvenile justice system protected her. Fortunately, by the time she was released, the college entrance exams would be over.
Elodie’s parents looked at me with eyes full of hatred. “You’ve ruined my daughter’s life. You won’t have it easy either,” they threatened.
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But I wouldn’t give them the chance.
After leaving the courthouse, I went straight to the police station. “Officer, I believe my current parents are not my biological parents. I might have been abducted,” I reported.
The police looked at me in surprise. They had taken turns guarding me while I was in the hospital. Although they couldn’t understand my fear of being beaten to death by my
parents, they chose to protect me.
After a DNA comparison, my profile matched with the DNA of my biological parents in
the missing children database.
When I saw the results, I covered my face and cried. I cried for the years of abuse I had endured and for the new life I was about to gain.
Any lingering guilt I felt towards my parents turned into hatred for the Martin family’s crime of kidnapping.
A policewoman hugged me sympathetically. My biological parents were far away and
needed time to get here. They had already been notified.
I left Ms. Chen’s address and phone number at the police station and returned to her
home.
I hugged Ms. Chen and cried as I told her about my true identity.
That evening, the doorbell rang. Ms. Chen and I opened the door to find a well–dressed
middle–aged woman with a pearl necklace, her face full of tears, looking at me.
I almost burst out laughing.
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