Chapter 5

I walked to the hospital bed and removed my sister's oxygen mask, looking at her with concern: "Sis, do you see my brother-in-law's true colors now?"

My sister's eyes were filled with tears, her voice choked with sobs: "Olivia, how could I have loved the wrong person?"

I hugged her tightly, speaking softly: "It's okay, sis. At least we still have a chance now. At least we can fight back."

After comforting my sister, I went to Lily's hospital bed.

James and Mrs. Thompson had gone out to buy food, so I locked the door behind me.

Lily was peeling an apple. When she saw it was me, she dropped the fruit knife in terror.

"Olivia, your sister isn't dead yet and you're already rushing to show your loyalty?" Lily shrank back, the jade pendant on her chest gleaming coldly - it was the family heirloom Mrs. Thompson had forcibly yanked from my sister's neck.

I sat down on her hospital bed, smiling as I tucked a stray hair behind her ear: "Sister Lily, why aren't you calling me 'little sister Olivia' anymore? Why have you dropped the act?"

"Olivia, I could cripple your sister, and dealing with you would be even simpler. Are you trying to threaten me?" Lily straightened up, a sinister smile playing on her red lips.

"I'm well aware of Sister Lily's methods. We saw them in high school, didn't we?"

"But today, let's talk about something else."

I opened my phone and projected an image onto the stark white wall. The sperm bank records cast an eerie light, with Lily's signature clearly visible next to the notation [Donor ID X-0742].

Seeing this, Lily's eyes widened in disbelief: "How did you get this?"

Ignoring her question, I looked at her with a hint of mockery: "So the child isn't my brother-in-law's after all! You couldn't even wait for IVF, could you?"

I swiped to the next image on the wall projection, my smile growing brighter: "Actually, I can understand your impatience. After all, the Thompson family struck gold with one professor. They'd need a legitimate grandson to inherit, wouldn't they?"

Lily's face turned deathly pale. She bit her lip: "You little bitch, what do you want?"

I smiled at her: "Why, to ask for your help, of course."

Seeing Lily's hesitation, I tossed her James' medical report showing his 0.03% sperm survival rate, then twisted the knife: "I could guess the child wasn't my brother-in-law's, but I never imagined it wasn't William's either!"