My Brother Became a Vegetable To Save Me Novel by NANCY ROWSE

Chapter 20



Before Elio could finish his sentence, Samara’s voice interrupted:

“Elio, it hurts.”

Those few words wiped all trace of regret from Elio’s face. He frowned at me, signaling that I should leave immediately.

But this is my home too–where else am I supposed to go?

The sorrow in my heart overshadowed the sting on my face.

I packed my things, intending to spend the night in a hotel, hoping that perhaps this was all just a bad dream that a good night’s sleep could erase.

I received news that a heart matching mine had been found. It was the only piece of good news in these days, and it seemed my hopes were justified–bad times do pass.

Filled with optimism, I decided to bring this good news to Elio, hoping it might ease the tension between us.

Carrying a cup of hot milk as usual, I headed to Elio’s study, only to find him on a call with his assistant. I planned to quietly enter, leave the milk on the desk, and then slip away.

“Mr. Sutton, Ms. Keller has found a matching heart, but…” The assistant’s hesitant words echoed in the study, and I couldn’t help but eavesdrop.

“Just say it,” Elio’s emotionless voice cut through.

“But Ms. Moreno is also a match. What should we do…”

“Give it to Samara.”

As Elio’s words sank in, my hand trembled, causing the cup of milk to crash to the floor.

“Elio, you…” I was so furious and hurt that I couldn’t even form coherent words, my finger trembling as I pointed at him.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Elio remained indifferent, his voice as cold as ever. “Aimee, since you already know, there’s no point in hiding it from you. Samara also has heart failure and needs a transplant. She returned to the country for her surgery. I’ll continue looking for a matching heart for you, but please do not disturb her.”

Once again, disappointment overwhelmed me. This time, Elio chose another’s life over mine at such a crucial moment. There was no excuse left for his favoritism.

It was bitterly ironic that the person I loved for over a decade would abandon me for the sake of another woman. The cruel reality was too much to bear.

My heart ached with every beat, and I left the place with resolute determination.

The repeated misunderstandings, the persistent favoritism–it seemed I was meant to be discarded. For years, I had unconditionally devoted myself to Elio, learning to cook just to alleviate his stomach troubles.

But it seemed he had never cared, thinking it was my duty. I let out a bitter laugh in my heart. It was all so unworthy, utterly pointless.


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