My Parents Neglected Me Until I Died Novel by yueji

The hospital test results came back quickly. I had leukemia. ·

When I saw the diagnosis, a chilling cold ran through my entire body.

My daughter was dead, and now I had a terminal illness. I fell into utter despair.

Soon, the police had news. They found a lead through the kidnapper’s DNA. His name was Mike, and he had a criminal record…

Seeing the information hit me like a lightning bolt.

Mike was a classmate of mine in high school, and apart from Tom, he was the closest person to Betty.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

When Betty got pregnant, I once asked Tom if the child could possibly be Mike’s.

Tom had looked furious at the time. “Betty’s relationship with Mike is just like mine. They’re friends, nothing more. How could you even think that? Why are your thoughts so filthy?”

Tom’s reaction had seemed like jealousy back then, so I never brought it up again.

But now, I was more certain than ever.

Monica’s kidnapping must be connected to Betty and her daughter!

After learning about my illness, the female officer who had been in touch with me started visiting during her off–hours, helping me out of sympathy, a bond shared between women.

Determined not to die before that wretched woman, I began to cooperate actively with the treatment. The hospital soon found a matching bone marrow donor.

Everything seemed to be going well,however, all my money had been swindled by Tom, and I couldn’t afford the treatment.

Desperate, I called Tom.

“Has the payment for your project come through? Transfer some money to me.”

It was the first time since our marriage that I had asked Tom for money, and he responded with cold sarcasm.

“Aren’t you the independent woman? Don’t you earn more than I do? And now you’re asking me for money?”

“I need it urgently.”

I was in no mood to argue with him. “Just give me back the money you fraudulently obtained from me before.”

“For the last time, that was our joint marital property. I didn’t cheat you out of anything.”

It was as if Tom finally found something to use as leverage against me, his tone smug. “If you’re asking as my wife, requesting that I support you financially, I could transfer you a little. But I need the rest of the money.”

I hung up the phone immediately and borrowed enough from my friends.

Since I paid too late, I found out that the matching bone marrow had already been given to someone else. Now, I could only wait for the next available matching donor.

That day, after undergoing the bone marrow biopsy, I was on my way to line up for tests when I passed by a patient room and saw Tom, who had been missing for days.

Julie was lying in bed, while Tom and Betty were by her side, making her laugh.

The room was filled with flowers, gifts, and snacks. Julie was treated like a little princess, pampered and adored.

Not like my Monica, who had been thrown away in an abandoned factory, her face unrecognizable. The sight tore at me.

Thinking about Mike, I entered the room with a cold expression.

Julie started trembling violently the moment she saw me. “Daddy Tom, I’m scared.”

Tom noticed me, and his face darkened.

“I’ve only been away for a few days. Did you really need to chase me all the way to the hospital?”

“I’m here for treatment.”

Tom paused, startled. “What kind of treatment?”

“Leukemia.”

After I calmly uttered those words, Tom’s expression shifted from concern to disgust.

“Jessica, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“Did you come here on purpose to curse Julie with leukemia, knowing she just had a bone marrow transplant for her aplastic anemia?”