Chapter 1

"Just sign it, Lily. My child can't be illegitimate."

The night my sister was hospitalized after a car accident, her husband slapped the divorce papers against the ICU glass.

Outside, he wrapped his arm around a female student's waist, his fingers suggestively caressing her swollen belly. "She's supported you for eight years. It's time for her to step aside."

I stared at the girl's face with a hint of amusement.

Lily Evans: My high school classmate - the bully who drove someone to suicide eight years ago - now wrapped in a pure white cotton dress, timidly calling me "little sister Olivia."

Amidst the chaos, I clutched the paper in my pocket tightly.

It was my brother-in-law's medical report, showing a sperm survival rate of 0.03%.

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"It's okay, Lily. You know she can't have a boy. A hen that can't even lay eggs should be slaughtered."

Professor Thompson shielded Lily behind him, his crude language a far cry from his usual refined professorial image.

On the other side of the glass, my sister's oxygen mask was seeping blood. She remained oblivious to her husband's betrayal.

The smell of disinfectant stung my eyes as I looked through the glass at my sister's body, riddled with tubes. Just three days ago, she had been adjusting Lily's master's degree gown tassel, smiling warmly: "Lily is like a second sister to me."

Because Lily wasn't just anyone - she was the girl my sister had been supporting all these years.

In her sophomore year of high school, Lily had been at the top of her class. Everyone in the village said she was destined for greatness, surely bound for Harvard. But her family couldn't afford it. Her parents wanted her to marry the mayor's son early, to help pay for her brother's wedding.

She wasn't content with her fate and kept seeking sponsors.

My sister, seeing her plight, immediately drove to her home to investigate. Not only did she give Lily's parents a sum of money, but she also sponsored Lily through high school, college, and graduate school.

Lily's college entrance exam scores weren't as stellar as expected. She didn't make it into Harvard, barely scraping by with an undergraduate degree. Her subsequent master's degree and upcoming PhD were all arranged by my sister.

When Lily applied for her PhD, my sister placed her in Professor Thompson's lab - the most prestigious lab in her field.

Over these eight years, my sister not only arranged Lily's education but also used her connections to find her jobs.

As for Lily's future marriage, my sister had been planning ahead, already scouting suitable young talents for her.

Who would have thought that Lily didn't fancy young, handsome men, but instead jumped into my brother-in-law's bed?

Professor Thompson sat with Lily for a while, then lost patience. He pulled out a document from his folder and handed it to me: "When your sister wakes up, have her sign this agreement."

His tone was indifferent, as if the person in the hospital room had nothing to do with him.

I flipped through a page and felt my face flush with anger.

How shameless! My sister was unconscious in the hospital, and here he was, bringing his mistress to force my sister to leave with nothing?

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