They Chose Her Over Me In Two Lives Chapter 08
The moment they saw the adoption petition, my parents and Ryan panicked.
The color drained from Mom’s face. Just like that. One second of reading, and the blood was gone.
She lunged for the papers. My adoptive father pulled them back first.
My adoptive mother looked at them coldly.
“So you’re the family who threw Lily out on the street that day. When you did that, did it ever occur
to you that she was your daughter?”
Dad was already on the phone with Mrs. Walsh.
When Mrs. Walsh confirmed, in no uncertain terms, that I had been adopted voluntarily, Mom’s
anger crumbled into panic.
Ryan couldn’t hold it in. He shouted, “But she’s our parents‘ biological daughter! She’s my little sister! Even with the paperwork, you have no right to take her from us!”
Mom snapped back to herself. She hugged me, crying.
“Lily. You’re our daughter. We looked for you for ten years. We were wrong. Please come home with us. Mrs. Walsh said you never let anyone adopt you because you were waiting for your family. We’re
here now. Please. Let’s be a family again.”
When I heard they were my biological parents and that Ryan was my brother, my adoptive mother
flinched.
But neither of them spoke. They were leaving it up to me.
Under the hopeful eyes of my parents and Ryan, I gritted my teeth.
“I’m not going back with you.”
Mom panicked. “But you’re our own flesh and blood! Don’t you want your mom, dad, and brother?”
I pulled out of her arms. My face was blank.
“You showed me the DNA test. You said I wasn’t your biological child.”
My parents went pale.
Mom opened her mouth. Her lips moved, but no words came out.
Dad tried, “Maybe the DNA test was wrong. We can do another one.”
I shook my head. My voice was firm.
“No. Even if you are my biological parents, it doesn’t matter. I don’t want you anymore. I have my
own mom and dad.”
I turned and ran to my adoptive parents. I threw myself into their arms.
Mom’s eyes were red. Her expression was shattered.
Dad and Ryan stood there, stunned, their faces full of regret.
I didn’t look back.
I took my adoptive parents‘ hands and said, loudly, “Mom, Dad, let’s go home.”
They watched me leave.
Mom grabbed Dad’s arm. “Honey, Lily doesn’t recognize us anymore. Do something!”
Ryan tugged at his hair in frustration.
Jade, ignored the whole time, stomped her foot.
She tried faking an illness. She wailed. No one paid attention.
In a rage, she bought a bag of nuts and turned on them, screaming, “If you don’t care about anyone else, at least care about me!”
“I’m allergic to nuts! If you keep ignoring me, I’ll make sure you lose me forever!”
She lifted her chin, triumphant.
In both lifetimes, that threat had always worked.
This time, her parents and Ryan did look at her.
But no one moved to stop her.
Instead, Ryan stared at her with a strange expression.
“In our past life, we didn’t find out you were allergic to nuts until you were fifteen. In this life,
we’ve never even let you touch them. Jade–how do you know you’re allergic to nuts?”
“You’ve been reborn too, haven’t you?”
