Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister

The taxi driver didn’t respond and, after a brief silence, started the car.

I watched Elijah through the rearview mirror as he stood there, bewildered, until he was out of sight.

At that moment, my phone rang–it was Elijah calling. I hung up immediately.

Suddenly, a deep voice broke the silence in the car. “Did you two have an argument?”

The voice was oddly familiar. I looked up at the

driver’s seat and was stunned.

It was Liam Osborne!

The son of the Osborne family, the rival of the Terry family.

I felt a surge of wariness and frowned as I asked, “How are you here?”

Liam looked both distressed and amused. “Mrs.

Terry, you’re the one who got into my car.”

I then realized his car was similar in color to

a taxi. In my haste to escape Elijah, I hadn’t noticed and had gotten into the wrong vehicle.

I gave an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, just find a place to pull over and let me out.”

Liam joked, “Given your current state, if I drop you on the side of the road and you suddenly dart into traffic, Elijah might come after me.”

I managed a weak smile.

He curiously asked, “Elijah’s known for being a devoted gentleman. How did you two end up arguing?”

“Don’t forget, I’m deaf, so he naturally wouldn’t hold anything against me.”

“But now, his fiery rose has returned, I suppose it’s time for me, the flawed one, to step aside.”

The last line felt more like a musing to myself.

“Actually, I envy you,” Liam suddenly said.

I looked at him in confusion, my brow furrowing in bewilderment.

He explained, “To hear or not to hear, it’s all up to you. My parents are always nagging me; my ears are practically calloused from it.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that.

He really is quite humorous.

He suddenly said, “I’ll take you somewhere.”

Without waiting for my response, he pressed the gas pedal, speeding up the car.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Soon, we left the city and arrived at a villa in the

suburbs.

He led me to the backyard, where a small basket was filled with silkworms.

“I haven’t fed them for two days; they must be starving,” he said, placing some mulberry leaves into the basket.

I was puzzled. “You brought me here to see silkworms?”

He smiled. “Not exactly. I wanted to show you fireworks. It’s prohibited to set them off in the city.”

We then went to the riverbank to light up the

fireworks.

He said, “Look how beautiful the fireworks are!”

Later, since it was too late, I stayed at his villa.

After a tiring day, I fell asleep quickly in bed.

The next morning, when opened my phone, it was filled with WhatsApp notifications.

Elijah’s chat had reached ninety–nine unread messages.

“Ashie, where are you and Liam?”

“Ashie, where are you right now?”

“Ashie, please reply once you see this message.”

I ignored him and didn’t respond.

At that moment, another message came in.

It was from Liam.

He had sent a drawing of me holding a magic wand and smiling brightly.

“Even the most beautiful fireworks have imperfections.”

“Ashley, let your beauty shine.”