Kicked Out of the House by His Biological Father

On my tenth birthday, my mother left me forever.

Dad kicked me out of the house and made me live in school for eight years. He hated my guts.

When I died on the operating table, Dad was next door transplanting my brain into his adopted daughter.

The last words he said to me were "Will you vomit blood or faint this time? I warn you, stop bothering me unless you die!"

Before the call was hung up, I heard Dad comforting Yuki Smith to let her not be nervous.

He would save her.

Twentyfour hours later, my neglected corpse was found by a nurse lying in a pool of blood.

After my death, my soul was trapped beside Dad who was very anxious.

After the operation, Yuki was sent to the intensive care unit, while Dad was standing outside the window like a statue.

Looking at Yuki's pale face, Dad's eyes were filled with worry.

"Whether we succeed or not depends on these 24 hours."

Max came to Dad and patted Dad's shoulder to comfort him.

"You have done your best. The rest is up to fate. If even the best brain doctor can't save Yuki, then there is no possibility of survival."

"By the way, it seems someone called you while you were in surgery just now."

After saying that, he handed my dad's phone back to him.

After unlocking the phone, Dad looked at the name on the screen and pursed his lips impatiently.

It was a call from my head teacher.

When Dad just longpressed to delete it, the head teacher called again.

Max kindly reminded him, "Answer it. There have been several calls. Did something happen to Yana at school?"

Hearing my name, Dad looked very disgusted and resentful.

"Hasn't she had enough accidents? She either faints or vomits blood. Every time I went over there, nothing happened. She's kidding me! If she could be half as sensible as Yuki, I wouldn't have to stop paying her tuition!"

"Don't mention her to me! Every time I hear her name I think of my lover's mutilated corpse!"

I was pale beside him, and my eyes were gradually filled with frustration and despair.

Dad, I wasn't lying to you, and I wasn't kidding you.

I just didn't want you to worry, so I took some medicine before you came...

From the day Mom died, Dad, who had used to love me, looked at me like an enemy.

After Mom's funeral, he went to the mountains.

There he met Yuki. Yuki had a brain tumor but her family had no money for treatment.

Dad took her back home and enrolled me in a boarding school dormitory.

From that day on, he had only one daughter, Yuki.

He was unwilling to glance at me or care about me. Even before I died he only cursed me with hatred.

But Dad was devoted to Yuki. In order to fulfill his promise to make Yuki recover before she was twenty years old, he looked everywhere for kindhearted people who was willing to donate the organ.

He even spent his savings from years of work.

I knew this was my only chance to get Dad's forgiveness, so I signed the organ donation agreement when I knew I was dying.

I just hoped that Dad would forgive me after knowing that I saved his beloved daughter before I died.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. Dad finally pressed the answer button just one second before the call was hung up.

The head teacher's anxious voice came.

"Hello, is that Yana Combs' parent? She is now——"

Before she finished talking, Dad interrupted her impatiently.

"Alright, don't tell me about her! If she dies, just notify me to collect her corpse!"

Dad, who was usually gentle, would lose his mind when it came to my affairs.

Oh no, as well as Yuki's affairs.

Dad seemed to think that Yuki was the chance Mom gave him to atone for his sin. As long as he saved Yuki, he would be able to forgive himself.

Max was once as famous as Mom in the medical field.

Seeing Dad losing his mind because of hatred, Max couldn't help but express his concern,

"It's been eight years since the incident. Besides, the plane crash wasn't caused by Yana. I have witnessed the growth of both of you. She's your only relative in this world!"

But every time someone mentioned this matter, Dad would interrupt him irritably.

"Mr. Alex, please don't mention her to me anymore, okay? I just want to save Yuki now!"

Max sighed and left. The nurse beside Dad mustered up the courage to step forward.

"Mr. Combs, you have some outpatient clinics today——"

"Push away them. I'd like to stay here to watch Yuki wake up. I won't leave for a moment. This way, if anything happens to her, I'll know immediately and it will be easier for me to save her."

I gave a bitter smile and looked inside in the direction Dad was looking.

I was indescribably envious.

I donated my corpse, but Dad didn't even smile at me.

Yuki didn't have to do anything, but Dad sacrificed his own medical time.

In order to save more people, he once admitted all the patients who did not have an appointment into the outpatient department.

But in front of Yuki, his principles were no longer principles.

After a while, Max suddenly called.

Dad stared at Yuki intently. Then he pressed the speakerphone button without looking at the screen.

"Eric, why do I see Yana's name on the hospital list? Did something happen to her?"

After listening, Dad frowned. His patience had been worn to the limit.

He quickly glanced at the date on his phone and his chest began to breathe heavily.

"Doesn't she know what day it is? What is she doing here? Get her out! I don't want to see her!"

Today was my eighteenth birthday and Yuki's nineteenth birthday.

It was also the eighth anniversary of Mom's death.

Max's voice became deeper.

"Eric Combs, it's the inpatient list rather than the hospital's visitor list! You may ask Yana if there's something uncomfortable?"

"Or you go to the office and take a look. Yana waits in your office every time she comes to see you. She doesn't like to talk, so she won't tell you if she's really feeling uncomfortable."

Dad heard my name so many times within a short time that his patience ran out.

He said irritably, "When has Yana ever felt comfortable since my wife left and Yana lived in the school? Every day there's something wrong, but after I go back, everything is fine. What kind of illness is this? I'm a doctor. Can't I see that she's faking it?"

"Her face is as yellow as cornmeal. Didn't she even know to use white powder when putting on makeup. Does she think I'm a moron? I don't know this kind of person who killed her own mother and is a constant liar! Don't tell me about her!"

On the other end of the phone, Max was very angry about Dad's attitude.

"If you don't ask, I'll ask! You will regret it later if you keep this attitude!"

"If your lover were alive, she would never allow you to do this to her daughter!"

Dad was also angry and his face showed a little more anger.

"I won't acknowledge that Yana Combs is our daughter! She doesn't deserve it! After Yuki wakes up, I'll take her to move her name to my family's household registration book."

"Do you know what you are doing? Are you worthy of your lover? Eric, in terms of professional ability, you are the one I am most optimistic about, but as a person, I really don't want to say anything about you!"

His angry voice gradually subsided, but Dad's eyes were red.

Despair was crawling in the wrinkles.

After a moment, he yelled in the hospital corridor, "Don't mention it to me! If it weren't for Yana, how could my wife change the flight and die? Unless Yana dies, I will never forgive her!"

My father's angry words hit my heart, making it hard for me to breathe.

A feeling of weakness spread throughout my body. I slowly squatted down along the wall, holding my head with both hands.

I also wanted to be a great doctor like them.

I worked hard to earn money parttime. I attended classes during the day and worked at night. The longterm staying up all night and stress led to me being diagnosed with liver cancer three years ago.

But when I handed the report to Dad with trembling hands and caution, he tore it up and threw it in my face without even looking at it.

"Yana, do you think I'll forgive you if you are sick like Yuki? Dream on! If you continue lying to me with these fake reports, I'll call the police. Believe it or not."

But I had the examination in his hospital, and he would find it in the system if he checked it.

After that day I never mentioned being sick again.

But every time I fainted at school, my head teacher would call him and I couldn't stop the teacher.

Dad, you would never get a call again.

This time I really left.