Chapter 8

The Foster family has two children, plus Dad.

All three are in medicine.

My eldest brother went abroad to study early on, so there's quite an age gap between us.

His attitude towards me has mostly been one of unfamimiaity and indifference.

So hearing these words, I didn't feel much.

At most I found it a bit funny.

I'm the one dying, what exactly are they being patient about?

Felix couldn't stand me wasting time here.

He snatched the medical record and pulled me by the wrist to sit down in the consultation room.

"Doctor, hurry and examine her. We can't delay any longer!"

After saying that, he glanced at the doorway.

"Are irrelevant people not leaving?"

William's face darkened, clearly angered.

He glanced inside the room, his tone mocking.

"This act of yours can only fool Lily."

"She's so worried she's been crying and making a fuss for Mom and Dad to hurry back."

"The whole family can't live in peace because of you. Are you happy now?"

After speaking, he glanced at the medical record in the doctor's hand and turned to leave.

As if certain I would follow him as usual.

Just then, the doctor looked at the medical record in surprise and said,

"A whole bottle of paraquat? And pancreatic cancer!"

"This won't do, you need to get your stomach pumped immediately. We can't delay!"

The atmosphere in the entire consultation room became deathly still. Felix's hands pressing on mine suddenly sank.

William also stopped in his tracks at the door.

He turned to look at me.

His eyes held contempt and mockery, but no sympathy.

"You drank paraquat on top of pancreatic cancer and you're still alive?"

"Aria, can't you come up with less stupid lies?"

"The bigger the lie, you won't be able to back out even if you don't die."

My pupils contracted slightly.

I nodded with a bitter smile.

"I get it. I'll die right away."