The Fake Heiress Is the Real Lucky One

Jason and Sharon sighed but didn't agree.

Dylan also shook his head. "The facility you found is way too far."

Ivy didn't expect everyone to refuse her. She was livid. "Am I the real child, or is she? Why are you so attached to a cripple?"

Finally, Jason spoke up, "Don't bring this up again. No matter what, Naomi has been our child for over 20 years. She's also our daughter."

Sharon nodded in agreement. "Yes."

8

Ivy stormed out in a huff.

Jason and Sharon didn't say anything more to me, quickly following Ivy. Dylan sighed. "Ivy just wants love. Go ahead and eat your cake. I'll check on them."

I looked at the cake on the table, thinking about what Jason had just said. It made me feel a lot better, and that was enough. I started to move my wheelchair to find Jason and Sharon. I was willing to go to the facility.

As I reached their bedroom door, I overheard voices inside.

Ivy, her voice full of tears, was saying, "Why do you have to keep her? Didn't you say you couldn't stand her, that she was disgusting? Were you lying to me? Do you actually like her more? What's next, you want me to donate my eyes and organs to her?"

Jason sighed. "That's not it!"

But Ivy cried even louder. "Then why?"

Sharon sighed. "It's all for the sake of our reputation. The last time she got sick, your dad and I thought something was off, so we secretly did some tests. It turns out she's not our child at all! We quickly registered the DNA, and that's why you were a match and found us!

"We wanted to kick her out as soon as you came back, but then she coughed up blood. If we kicked her out now, what would people think of us?"

Jason nodded. "Ivy, this is all for the sake of our image. If we kick her out, she won't survive a year, and everyone will call us heartless. We've spent so much money building this reputation as philanthropists. We can't let her ruin that."

A sharp pain struck my chest, and I couldn't breathe. I fell out of my wheelchair, which rolled and knocked over a vase, making a loud noise that alerted everyone.

9

In the chaos that followed, Dylan was the first to rush out of his room. He quickly lifted me and set me down on the sofa. I was breathing heavily. "My chest really hurts. I think it's my heart. Dylan, call an ambulance."

Dylan was about to agree when Ivy, along with Jason and Sharon, came rushing over. She snatched the phone from Dylan's hand. "Dylan, don't call."

Dylan was frantic. "This is a matter of life and death..."

Ivy scoffed. "She's faking it. Can't you see? The last time she went to the hospital for burns, they checked her thoroughly. Nothing was wrong. How could she suddenly have a heart condition? Yesterday, I felt a pain in my chest too, but I'm still fine!

"Honestly, we should kick her out right now. People who fake being sick deserve to be thrown out and cut off. And if she really does have heart disease, that just means she's weak and will die here sooner or later. Then people will accuse me of killing her as soon as I came home. How am I supposed to live with that?"