She Discovered Too Late

The Brother I Refused to Save

Her entire body stiffened. "What did you just say?"

"I said I'll donate part of my liver to him." I looked at her calmly. "But after the surgery, I'm leaving the Bennett family. From then on, all of you can pretend I'm dead."

Sherry remained silent for a long time before she finally nodded.

On the day of the surgery, they wheeled me into the operating room. Just before the doors shut,

I saw Sherry standing outside.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something. In the end, she stayed silent.

The transplant was successful, and Mason survived. And I lost a third of my liver, along with my place in the Bennett family.

From then on, I never went home again.

…

That afternoon, Sherry came back.

This time, Mason was with her.

Seven years had passed.

He was taller now, leaner, and more polished than before. Yet his eyes still carried that same false innocence, soft and wounded, as if he had never hurt anyone in his life.

Sherry sat beside my hospital bed. "Landon, Mason came to see you."

Mason stepped forward slowly, his eyes already red. "Landon, I heard you were sick. I've been so worried about you…"

"Drop the act," I cut in coldly. "There are only three people in this room. Who exactly are you performing for?"

His face went pale at once. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he looked at me like I had shattered him. "Landon, why do you hate me so much? None of what happened back then was my fault—"

I scoffed. "Not your fault? You hacked my account and posted as me in the class group chat. You stole my exam papers. And the day I got pushed down the stairs—are you really going to say that wasn't you either?"

"Enough!" Sherry shot to her feet. "Landon, it's been seven years, and you're still lying?"

Her voice shook with fury as she glared at me. "Every piece of evidence back then proved you were the problem. How much longer are you going to blame Mason for your own mistakes?

"You were jealous because he was loved more than you. You couldn't stand him, so you made up all those disgusting lies."

Every word felt like a knife twisting deeper into my chest.

I looked her straight in the eye. "Sherry, are you really that certain I'm the liar?"

"Of course I am," she replied coldly. "Your teachers and classmates all saw how you treated him back then. You bullied Mason because you were jealous of him."

I closed my eyes.

There was no point in arguing anymore. She had never trusted me, not even once.

Right then, Mason stepped closer and grabbed my hand. "I know you hate me, but when Sherry told me you were sick, I was devastated. If you need money for treatment, I'll give you everything I've saved—"

I jerked my hand away. "Mason, save the performance for someone who still buys it."

Then I turned to Sherry, my voice going flat. "You both came here for one reason, and we all know it. So let me be clear. I'm not giving him my liver. I'd rather donate it to a complete stranger than save him a second time."

Sherry's face turned ice-cold. "Landon, how can you be this heartless?"

"Heartless?" I held her gaze. "Seven years ago, I gave him a third of my liver. And what did I get in return? You threw me away like garbage."

I let out a bitter laugh. "Now you suddenly remember I exist? Tell me something, Sherry. Why the hell should I save him again?"

"That was your own fault!" she snapped.

"Fine." I nodded slowly, then glanced at Mason. "Then, maybe this is his fault too. People reap what they sow."

Sherry trembled with rage. Suddenly, she grabbed my collar and yanked me toward her. "Don't push me, Landon."

I met her eyes without flinching. "What are you going to do? Hit me? Kill me?"

A faint smile touched my lips. "I'm dying anyway. Do whatever you want."

Her fingers shook against my shirt. After a long moment, she finally let go and drew in a slow breath.

She asked again, "Landon, I'll ask you one last time. Are you going to save Mason or not?"

"No," I said.

"Fine." A cold smile spread across her face. "Then, don't blame me for what happens next."

She pulled out her phone and made a call.

"Do it," she said coldly. "Just like I told you before."