My Sister Switches My Child for Another

"Daniella, stop joking around. We're sisters, so it's normal for our children to look alike," Bianca said nervously. "Cassie, come here right now!"

At Bianca's harsh command, Cassie's tiny body trembled as she tried to slide down from my arms. I did not want to hurt her, and without any proof, I knew Bianca would not let me take her. Reluctantly, I set Cassie down and watched as she ran to Bianca's side.

"You little brat, are you trying to get on my nerves?" Bianca snapped, reaching out to twist Cassie's ear.

Before I could step in, the door to the private dining room burst open. The server exclaimed, "Ms. Sawyer, your son's in trouble!"

Zachary had been born with a genetic heart condition that required surgery. Since his birth, I spent a fortune on his medical bills. In my previous life, I had sacrificed everything to make him healthy and even helped him get into the prestigious Loirue College.

I had even lost my job and became what my husband called a washed-up housewife. I used to think my sacrifices would be worth it once Zachary succeeded and my hardships would end. In a sense, they did, but only because my life ended.

When I arrived at the hospital, Zachary lay pale on the bed, his eyes closed and his body hooked up to various machines.

The attending doctor approached me with his test results and said, "Ms. Sawyer, Zachary's condition has worsened. We need to perform the surgery sooner than planned. Have you secured the funds?"

Bianca jumped in before I could respond. "Doctor, please proceed immediately! Zachary can't be left untreated!"

Jason chimed in eagerly, "Yes, doctor, he's so young. Use the best of everything, no matter the cost—just save him!"

The doctor nodded professionally. "We'll do our best."

Bianca and Jason followed him to his office to discuss surgical details, acting more concerned than I was. It had been the same in my previous life, showing unconditional love for Zachary and often taking him on outings.

I had assumed they simply favored boys over girls. Nonetheless, now I realized they were actually Zachary's biological parents. Not only that, but they must have also told him the truth about his parentage, which explained why he grew to hate me so much.

"What are you doing here?" Zachary spat through his oxygen mask. "Don't pretend to care about me. I'd rather die than have you help me!"

This was his usual manipulation tactic. At home, he would treat me like a servant, too lazy to even pour himself a glass of water. He demanded to be spoon-fed and would spit food he did not like onto the floor. He was a through-and-through brat.

I stood up to leave, as I had not planned to help anyway. I had only come to collect hair samples from Zachary and his real parents for a DNA test.

Yet, when Zachary saw me leaving, he grew so angry that he hurled his medicine box at me. I did not dodge in time, and the box grazed my temple, making me wince in pain.