3
For the next few days, I took leave. Hashtags like #TrueHeiressLetsFakeHeiressDie, #EvilSisterAudreyStevens, and #TheViperWithin took turns trending.
My entire background was dug up. Netizens concocted a vulgar drama: “Country Bumpkin Heiress Returns to Rich Family, Jealously Harms Kind Sister at Every Turn.”
Chloe’s social media accounts were unearthed, filled with heartwarming anecdotes of how good she was to me, accompanied by gentle captions, making me appear even more despicable.
I didn’t look at my phone. I simply locked myself in my apartment, polishing an old photo
frame over and over.
Inside the frame was a gentle, scholarly middle-aged man –
Hayes.
my mentor, Professor
Three days later, the news exploded: “Devoted Boyfriend Steps Up, Miraculously Saves
Girlfriend’s Sister,”
“A New God Is Born! Dr. Dylan Successfully Completes Ultra-Difficult Intracranial Surgery!” The reports painted Dylan as a hero. He faced the camera, saying emotionally, “I only did what I had to do.
Audrey Stevens is my beloved, and her sister is my sister.” This statement made me, the actual sister, seem even more cold-hearted.
Online, the condemnation against me reached its peak.
Then, an even bigger piece of news broke.
TheraMed Innovations, a domestic medical device giant, grandly announced a deep strategic partnership with Dr. Dylan to jointly develop and promote a version) microscopic dissection technique and related surgical instruments.
(improved
A week later, I received a call from the hospital director. His tone was an unrefusable
command.
“Audrey Stevens, tomorrow at 9 AM, the hospital is holding a city-wide neurosurgery expert consultation meeting, which will be live-streamed. As the patent holder of this technology, you must attend.”
I knew it wasn’t an invitation. It was a summons. They wanted me to witness Dylan’s
triumph with my own eyes.
The next day, I arrived punctually at the hospital’s International Conference Center.
The hall was packed with neurosurgery experts from across the city, and reporters from major media outlets, flashbulbs constantly firing.
As soon as I walked in, I saw a dazzling sight. Dylan and Chloe, seated in a wheelchair, were surrounded by a group of reporters, with my parents, Eleanor and Richard, hovering
around them.
r
The true family of four.
Suddenly, just a second before the meeting was about to begin, Chloe tearfully addressed the cameras.
“Everyone, I’m sorry to take up your valuable time. But today, I need to reveal the truth!”
Her pale face was streaked with tears, making her appear utterly fragile and instantly capturing everyone’s attention.
“My aneurysm rupture wasn’t an accident! It was… it was caused by my sister, Audrey Stevens, from long-term poisoning!”
The revelation hit like a bombshell! The entire room erupted, and all the cameras instantly swiveled to point at me.
Chloe cried even harder, clutching my parents’ hands, sobbing, “From the day she came back to the Stevens family, she’s constantly bullied and ostracized me! I endured it, for the sake of Mom and Dad raising me, not daring to ruin our family harmony! But I never imagined she would be so cruel as to try and take my life!”
Dylan gently stroked her shoulder, seemingly giving her the courage to speak the truth. He then produced several lab reports.
“I didn’t dare say anything before, fearing it would harm Audrey Stevens’ reputation. But after this surgery, I obtained irrefutable evidence proving that Chloe was poisoned with a chronic neurotoxin! I can’t let her continue to harm Chloe!”
The live stream exploded. The comments section scrolled wildly. The hashtag #TrueHeiressPoisoned FakeHeiress shot to the top of the trending list at rocket speed.
I stood at the entrance of the conference hall, surrounded by countless eyes filled with revulsion. Reporters’ questions bombarded me.
“Dr. Stevens, did you really poison your sister?”
“Why would you do such a thing? Was it out of jealousy?”
“Do you even have the right to be a doctor anymore?”
I ignored everyone and walked towards my biological parents. I looked at them, my voice trembling slightly.
“Dad, Mom.”
