Second Chance, No More Sacrifice
Language: en
The day the real heiress returned to the Harrington family, I was in a car accident. My spine suffered permanent damage, leaving me motionless, like a vegetable, in bed. I cried, wanting to end my life, but my adoptive mother insisted I live. She cared for me meticulously for a year. Until the real heiress was diagnosed with leukemia, needing umbilical cord blood to survive. My adoptive mother allowed a procession of strangers into my bedroom, and soon, I was pregnant. Looking at my swollen belly, the real heiress gloated, “Thank you for your child. The umbilical cord blood for my beauty…