Chapter 117: Deceived
After leaving the villa, the lady did not go to the hospital to abort the child in her womb, because she still wanted to fight for a future for her own child.
Heaven truly did not push her to the brink. Nine months later, she gave birth to a healthy boy, and this younger son's blood type was the same as the eldest son's, with a very high matching degree.
After several surgeries, the eldest son's life was finally saved, but he still needed long-term treatment, which also meant the younger son would need to be a permanent blood donor, undergoing regular transfusions to sustain his brother.
The high cost of treatment soon made the lady feel the pressure of life. Again, she tried every possible way, using all sorts of methods, to scrape money from the master to pay for her son's treatment. As the father, and with ample family wealth, the master truly couldn't shirk this duty and could only provide the surgical fees on time.
The maid who had successfully replaced her was deeply displeased by this. Their repeated arguments threw the entire household into turmoil.
A family already torn apart was barely held together, lingering in this half-dead state because of the eldest son's illness, until the eldest son came of age. Then the master, free from his obligations, completely severed ties with them.
Because of the eldest son's illness, the lady hadn't managed to save much money over the years. Now that the eldest son was grown, she could no longer pressure the master with child support obligations. Faced with the upcoming cost of the regular blood transfusions, she fell into despair. She held her eldest son and wept bitterly, unaware that her second son, whom she had always treated as her eldest son's mobile blood bag and special medicine, was watching her from behind.
All these years, she had reserved her care and concern for her sick eldest son, paying no attention to the feelings of the second son. It could be said to be neglect, or perhaps unintentional, because from the very beginning, she had conceived the second son for the purpose of saving the eldest son.
Because from the start, she had defined the second son's existence as nothing more than a dose of medicine.
After uncovering the story to this point, everyone's gaze turned uniformly towards Yin Chengjue and Rong Yu.
Because they were the two people playing the roles of the lady's eldest and second sons in this story.
Wei Shu couldn't resist his curiosity and asked, "What I want to know right now is, younger brother, what was your state of mind when you found out your existence was solely for the purpose of curing your brother's illness?"
Lei Miao shot Wei Shu a disdainful look. "Are you stupid? The younger brother must have known long ago. Since childhood, he was used by his birth mother to save his brother's life. Even though he was a healthy child, he had to be taken for blood draws every so often. If it were you, wouldn't you know? Would you naively believe that going for a blood draw was to get a piece of candy?"
Wei Shu opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a soft scoff.
Following the sound, they saw it was Rong Yu.
Rong Yu lowered his eyes slightly, a trace of a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Candy? How could I eat candy? What if there was something bad in the candy that could affect my brother's next blood transfusion? What should we do then?"
At this moment, Rong Yu seemed no longer himself, but had become the younger brother from the story.
He was deeply aware of his own fate, but in his youth, he was powerless against it.
He yearned for a mother's love, but that thing most children could easily obtain was an unattainable fantasy for him.
Not only that, he couldn't even eat the foods he liked, because he had to ensure his blood condition was always optimal, guaranteeing it could be used immediately whenever his brother had a sudden onset of illness.
His meals were the most carefully prepared and nutrient-rich in the entire household, yet they were also the most impersonal.
They were not prepared with love, but merely as sustenance for a living resource.
"...I often wondered what the meaning of my existence was," Rong Yu said, interlacing his fingers and resting his chin on them, as if lost in memory. "But every time I had such thoughts, I would immediately remember that I live to sustain my brother's life. I live for my brother."
Having said that, Rong Yu looked at Yin Chengjue. At the same time, he pulled out a notebook from his pocket—more accurately, it was a diary.
This was the younger brother's diary.
The others were somewhat surprised. How dare Rong Yu take out something as important as a diary? Wasn't he afraid there might be clues inside that were unfavorable to him?
But thinking about it carefully, if the diary truly contained something unfavorable, he wouldn't dare to bring it out.
Rong Yu placed the diary on the table and said, "This is the diary I carry with me, recording my thoughts and feelings over the years. Since everyone is sharing the clues they found, I don't mind sharing my own."
"So, what you just said, was that written in your diary?" Ling Ting, who rarely spoke, asked.
"Not only that. Besides what I just said, there are other things too... some... some things I wanted to say to my brother." Rong Yu cleared his throat, turned his chair to face Yin Chengjue directly.
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