A Heart Misunderstood

Joseph frowned. There was worry in his eyes, but he still scolded the nanny impatiently.

"What could happen to her? She always said that something hurt, but every hospital check showed nothing. She often pretends to be sick, don't you know that?" he asked.

The nanny sounded like she was about to sob.

"Sir, Wendy isn't pretending to be sick this time. She vomited a lot of blood. The doctors said she needed urgent care. Please go to check on her!" the nanny said.

His assistant also tried to persuade him.

"Boss, you should check on her. She was sent to the hospital, so it can't be fake," the assistant said.

Joseph stayed silent for a moment before speaking hoarsely, "Find out which ward she's in. No, she should be in the emergency room now."

He was about to walk toward the emergency room, but Yvette called out weakly behind him.

"Joseph, I'm about to go into surgery. Where are you going?" she asked.

Yvette was supported by her lackey as she struggled to his side.

Joseph stopped.

He replied awkwardly, "Yvette, Wendy was hospitalized. I'll check on her and come back to stay with you…"

Tears fell from her eyes before he could finish.

"I didn't want to speak badly of Wendy, but this time I'm truly heartbroken…"

My brother nervously pulled her into his arms. Disgust appeared on his face when my name was mentioned.

"Don't cry. You're about to go into surgery. You can't get too emotional. What did Wendy do this time?" he asked.

Yvette leaned into his arms and sobbed.

"She was fine when I saw her yesterday. I told her I would have my heart transplant today. You promised to stay with me the whole time. She said she would find a way to distract you and not let you stay with me during surgery. I never expected that she would pretend to be sick and call an ambulance just to pull you away," she said.

I trembled after hearing that.

"She lied. I didn't see her at all yesterday. I would never say something like that," I said.

Yvette had always been hostile toward me since childhood. She often framed me after our parents died, and she would go as far as hurting herself to blame me.

No matter how much I explained myself, Joseph always believed her and never believed me.

It was the same.

Her lie was clearly sloppy, but my brother still believed it. He let out a cold snort and gave up the thought of going to check on me.

"I knew it. She was fine every other day. Why did it have to be today?" he asked.

Disgust was more apparent in his eyes. Warmth only returned when he looked at Yvette.

"Go into surgery with peace of mind. I'll stay outside the operating room the whole time and go nowhere," he said.

There was a trace of pride in her eyes. She still pretended to worry.

"You should still check on her. What if she's really sick?"

He snorted coldly and replied, "She's definitely pretending. She's played tricks many times to get attention. Today is such an important day for your surgery. It's bad enough that she didn't show up. She pretended to be sick to trick me away. I won't forgive her easily this time."

Yvette was finally relieved after hearing his promise.

"I'm going to prepare for surgery. I asked the servants to prepare food for you. I'll supervise your meals every day if I wake up safely," she said.

Her pitiful expression instantly turned vicious after my brother left.

The lackey asked with confusion, "Yvette, why does he hate Wendy so much?"

Yvette sneered and replied, "I'm the sister my brother loves most. Wendy is nothing compared to me."

Her face twisted with cruelty when she mentioned me.

"That tramp was loved more by the family since childhood. Luckily, I tampered with the brakes and caused our parents' death so my brother would hate her. Otherwise, I'd still have to fight her for his affection.

"I never meant to kill our parents. I only wanted Wendy to die. Who knew they would protect her?" she mumbled.

I trembled with rage after hearing everything in midair.

"What did you say? You were the one who killed our parents? No wonder the brakes failed for no reason. It was you!" I yelled.

I rushed down in fury and swung my fist at Yvette, but I could not touch her at all.

I rushed in front of my brother and screamed at him.

"Joseph, Yvette is the real murderer of our parents. Stop being fooled by her!"

However, he heard nothing. He only spoke to his assistant.

"My phone is not allowed to be turned on before Yvette's surgery ends. No matter how serious the matter is, cancel it for me," he ordered.

I curled up in the corner, filled with despair.

I wondered that if Joseph had learned that the sister he loved most was actually the one he should hate, would he be filled with regret for everything he did to me.