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After leaving the country for my Ph.D., I didn’t return for five full years.
I buried myself in my studies, worked tirelessly to get in shape,
Developed groundbreaking research and founded my own company, securing massive
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venture capital funding.
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The day I received the money, I took a cab to a plastic surgery clinic.
When the surgeon asked what I wanted to look like,
I calmly replied, “Unrecognizable to my own mother.”
Even after years of abuse from my parents and sister, I felt no inferiority.
I was smart, I worked hard.
Though I knew I was plain–looking, I never cared for superficial beauty.
When I returned to the country with a completely new face, I immediately used the venture capital money to establish my own biomedical institution.
But on the very first day my institution opened, my perpetually disappointing sister was back in the headlines.
During the years I was abroad, Tiffany had slowly recovered from the immense trauma and left the psychiatric hospital.
But because of the wedding night video, the entertainment industry and her old social
circles had slammed the door shut on her.
Seeing her dreams of stardom shattered, she spiraled downwards.
She took out a loan for a used car and spent every day getting drunk.
Finally, after a drunk driving accident, she crashed.
Tiffany and I both have a rare blood type.
That day, when I saw the words “rare blood type” trending online, a knot of unease tightened in my stomach. I opened the news and saw the bloody, mangled person desperately in need of blood was my cruel, selfish sister.
My first instinct was not to help.
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After all, in my past life, she had bled me dry until I died,
Never treating me like a sister, only as an object to be trampled and abused.
But my hand, of its own accord, kept refreshing the news every five minutes, checking on her condition.
Finally, when I saw the update: “Patient in critical condition in ICU, life at risk without blood source,” I rushed to the hospital without a second thought.
In the hospital corridor, my estranged parents were crying their eyes out.
They naturally didn’t recognize me.
I stopped a nurse near the ICU and said, “I have the same blood type as her. Take mine!”
The hospital drew the maximum amount of blood according to my wishes.
A wave of dizziness hit me after I donated blood. As I swayed and started to walk out, an arm gripped mine.
I turned to see my father.
“Child, you are our family’s great benefactor! Please, leave us your number. We’ll come to your home to thank you properly!”
Dad sounded so sincere.
If I hadn’t lived two lives and seen too many of his hypocritical faces, I truly would have been touched.
I shook off his hand and left without a word.
Behind me, I heard the nurse’s voice: “She’s a big name in our city, Ms. Audrey Miller, the rising tech star!”
“Audrey Miller? Just like our older daughter’s name…”
Yes, I had changed my face, but not my name.
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My name is Audrey Miller. My sister’s name is Tiffany Miller.
