Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister

But my momentary tolerance only led to even crazier retaliation.

I had just started to recover a bit.

Maria was with me, and we were simply planning to go for a walk.

Just then, a man rushed toward me, trying to throw something at me.

A sharp, acrid smell immediately assaulted my nose, and I instinctively tried to pull Maria away.

But Maria was faster, placing herself in front of me before I could react.

‘Hissing–‘The piercing sound made me tremble.

My eyes widened in panic. “Maria, Maria, what happened to you?”

“Doctor! Doctor! My mom is hurt! Maria, hold on!”

Tears slid down my cheeks as I saw the extensive burns on Maria’s back.

That bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid came down, and without a moment’s hesitation, Maria stood in front of me to shield me.

“Maria, why were you so foolish!”

“Doctor! Doctor! My mom is hurt! Maria, hold on!”

If the sulfuric acid had attacked me, and it wouldn’t have mattered–I’ve never been popular.

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But why did it have to hit Maria?

But this is Maria.

She’s terrified of pain, so how could she stand in front of me?

Just as I was about to rush Maria to the hospital, the attacker returned.

“Die! Anyone who bullies the Piano Goddess, Charlotte, deserves to die!”

The man, now completely unhinged, brandished two knives.

He had clearly lost his mind, stabbing wildly into my body.

Despite her injuries, Maria found a strength. from somewhere deep within, forcing herself between me and the attacker.

She took the brunt of the blows–one knife, then another, then a third…

I watched in horror as Maria’s face grew paler and the blood poured from her wounds.

I was crying frantically, desperate to help, but I couldn’t move–paralyzed by an injection of anesthesia from who knows where.

“Don’t worry, I’m here,” Maria said with a smile, but her pallor only made me more terrified.

I shook my head frantically.

No, I wanted to hear those words, but not at this cost.

“Maria, I don’t want you to be my mom anymore. Please, just move out of the way!”

I screamed, sobbing so hard that I wished with all my heart to turn back time to a few days ago.

I didn’t want Maria to be my mom anymore.

I just wanted her to be okay.

The madman didn’t stop, but Maria’s strength was waning.

“Sarah, I’ve finally been a good enough mom. You won’t need to rent me anymore,” she whispered as she collapsed.

Tears streamed down my face. “Mom-”

“Don’t sleep, wake up! Wake up and run!”

But the madman had been provoked.

As Maria was brutally beaten, she lost consciousness.

The madman turned his attention to me, inching closer.

The knife sliced across my skin, but he didn’t stab me as he had done to Maria.

Instead, he cruelly sliced away at my flesh, piece by piece.

“The Goddess said you’re her greatest enemy in this life. She loves watching you suffer, loves hearing your screams.”

I gritted my teeth, desperately searching for an opening.

Just a little more, just a little more…

At the last moment, I finally grabbed a knife and, despite the excruciating pain, drove it into his chest with all my strength.

Whatever the outcome, I accepted it.

Finally, I had a moment to breathe.

“Mom, Mom, I’m taking you to get treated. Hold on, please.”

By the time I reached the emergency room, I had collapsed, unable to walk any further, crawling the rest of the way.

“Doctor, Doctor, please save my mom.”

I cried as tears fell, feeling utterly helpless.