I Gave Up Treatment Not Them Chapter 02
Everyone in the room froze for a moment.
Jacob’s voice tightened as he instinctively shot back, “How is that possible?”
I stared at their reactions and enunciated every word. “If I don’t get this surgery, I won’t survive. Are you willing to let Victoria undergo the surgery right now?”
The moment the words left my mouth, Victoria pushed the door open and rushed in.
As if oblivious to the tension, she affectionately grabbed my family’ arms and asked, “Sarah, what are you talking about? Didn’t the doctor say that as long as you keep up with chemotherapy, you can still hold on?”
Hearing this, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Julian scoffed, his tone biting. “Victoria is right. You made up this lie just to force Victoria into the surgery, didn’t you? What has happened to you?”
“Exactly. Victoria spends every day keeping us company for your sake, talking to us so sweetly. If only she were my real sister…”
Jacob was cut off by Dad, whose voice was cold. “We know your condition better than anyone. It’s not as critical as you said. Just wait a little longer.”
I lowered my eyes, a mix of bitterness, resentment, and absurdity surging in my chest.
They must have forgotten how frantic they were when I was first diagnosed with cancer, how they went mad trying to find a suitable donor match for me.
In just a few short months, every one of them had changed.
They knew well how agonizing every chemotherapy session was for me, how my hands were covered in needle marks and bruises.
Yet they chose to turn a blind eye.
Or perhaps, Victoria had replaced me in their hearts.
I didn’t even have the courage to question them anymore. I simply said, “I understand. I won’t bring it up again.”
Jacob was about to say something, but Victoria grabbed my hand again.
“Sarah, we are all physically and mentally exhausted because of you. I really envy that you have such a wonderful family and boyfriend. Stop holding a grudge against them.”
Victoria pressed down hard on the IV catheter in my hand, a flash of smugness crossing her eyes.
It looked exactly like the expression she wore back when she had someone lock me in the restroom for a day and a night, watching me lying on the floor in a wretched state.
In a flash of pain, I instinctively shook her off.
Even though I hadn’t used any force, she fell heavily to the ground.
“Sarah, I was just trying to care for you. If you don’t want to see me, I’ll just leave.”
Her tears streamed down instantly, as if she had been subjected to a massive injustice.
“What are you talking about? I didn’t even…”
Before I could finish, Dad slapped me hard across the face.
I looked at him in disbelief.
My parents had never laid a hand on me growing up, yet now he hit me for Victoria’s sake.
Dad looked away, a hint of guilt in his eyes, but his voice remained cold. “You still dare to lie? When will you fix your spoiled, rotten temper?”
A wave of grievance crashed over me, and tears burst from my eyes.
Julian scooped Victoria up and sneered, “Victoria treats you so well. Don’t be ungrateful. How dare you get physical with her? You have so much energy, completely not like a dying person.”
He carried Victoria away without looking back. His words like poisonous needles, stabbed me until I was bleeding out.
Jacob kicked the table in frustration. “This is all your fault. Did you have to make such a scene? Aren’t we being nice to her for your sake? You are not really considerate.”
My mother frowned, staring at me. “We’ve simply spoiled you rotten.”
Finally, Dad waved his hand dismissively. “Leave her be. Let her stay here and reflect on what she’s done.”
After they left, I sat in a daze for a long time.
Finally, I called for my attending physician.
“Dr. William, I don’t want to continue the treatment. Please, don’t tell my family.”