My Brother Became a Vegetable To Save Me Novel by NANCY ROWSE

Before Elio could finish his sentence, Samara’s voice interrupted:

“Elio, it hurts.”

Those few words wiped all trace of regret from Elio’s face. He frowned at me, signaling that I should leave immediately.

But this is my home too–where else am I supposed to go?

The sorrow in my heart overshadowed the sting on my face.

I packed my things, intending to spend the night in a hotel, hoping that perhaps this was all just a bad dream that a good night’s sleep could erase.

I received news that a heart matching mine had been found. It was the only piece of good news in these days, and it seemed my hopes were justified–bad times do pass.

Filled with optimism, I decided to bring this good news to Elio, hoping it might ease the tension between us.

Carrying a cup of hot milk as usual, I headed to Elio’s study, only to find him on a call with his assistant. I planned to quietly enter, leave the milk on the desk, and then slip away.

“Mr. Sutton, Ms. Keller has found a matching heart, but…” The assistant’s hesitant words echoed in the study, and I couldn’t help but eavesdrop.

“Just say it,” Elio’s emotionless voice cut through.

“But Ms. Moreno is also a match. What should we do…”

“Give it to Samara.”

As Elio’s words sank in, my hand trembled, causing the cup of milk to crash to the floor.

“Elio, you…” I was so furious and hurt that I couldn’t even form coherent words, my finger trembling as I pointed at him.

Elio remained indifferent, his voice as cold as ever. “Aimee, since you already know, there’s no point in hiding it from you. Samara also has heart failure and needs a transplant. She returned to the country for her surgery. I’ll continue looking for a matching heart for you, but please do not disturb her.”

Once again, disappointment overwhelmed me. This time, Elio chose another’s life over mine at such a crucial moment. There was no excuse left for his favoritism.

It was bitterly ironic that the person I loved for over a decade would abandon me for the sake of another woman. The cruel reality was too much to bear.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

My heart ached with every beat, and I left the place with resolute determination.

The repeated misunderstandings, the persistent favoritism–it seemed I was meant to be discarded. For years, I had unconditionally devoted myself to Elio, learning to cook just to alleviate his stomach troubles.

But it seemed he had never cared, thinking it was my duty. I let out a bitter laugh in my heart. It was all so unworthy, utterly pointless.