The doctor gave her a piece of paper.
“Pay the bill. It’s an emergency!”
Tiffany yawned.
“I don’t have money. Save him if you want to.
If not, let him die!”
The people got angry and tried to hit her.
“He’s your son! Why aren’t you saving him? I
want to kill you!”
Tiffany said, “Son? Ha, he’s a bastard, who
cares!”
She looked at me, excited.
She thought the bastard was my son.
The doctors started treating the bastard.
Tiffany sat outside, playing on her phone.
The doctors came out.
“His spleen and liver are ruptured. He needs a
transplant. Do a blood test, or he’ll die!”
Tiffany didn’t listen.
Other people did the blood test.
Tiffany shoved me.
“Gol You’ll be
“Go! You’ll be thanking me if you save him!”
I did the blood test.
The doctor was more frantic.
“We can’t find a match! You’re his mom,
you’re the best choice! It’s a life–or–death
situation, he’s your son!”
Tiffany was indifferent, until she saw me.
“Can’t find a match? What about Brenda?”
The doctor got angrier.
“You’re his real mom, nobody else is the best
match!”
Tiffany looked at me, wondering why I failed
the blood test.
With the doctor’s insistence, Tiffany got the
blood test.
It matched.
“No way! Impossible! The hospital is lying!”
Tiffany stared at the report.
“I’m not related to that bastard! How can we
match?”
The doctor said, “You have the same blood type, you’re his mom! Why are you saying you aren’t related?”
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Tiffany looked at me in shock!
