"The patient has been unconscious for two days, with a persistent high fever. If she cannot wake up and the fever doesn't go down tonight, Madam, I'm afraid you will have to prepare for the worst."
"What!" There was a momentary frown and dissatisfaction on Amelia Gilhom's face as she glanced at the girl on the bed.
Then she shook her head, her voice indifferent, "Then send her to the hospital and let the morgue prepare."
Even if she were to die, she must not die in the Blake family's room.
Bad luck!
The doctor had no objections. Seeing that the IV medication was almost used up, he planned to pull out the needle, only to find that the girl's scorching temperature had already cooled down.
Before he could react, he felt a pain in his abdomen and then fell to the ground, letting out a cry.
The girl who was comatose on the bed, her voice slightly hoarse, "Don't touch me."
Amelia and the family doctor were both stunned.
Chloe rubbed her forehead. Her memory was still frozen at the moment the lab exploded, and she was hit by the powerful current of air. She found her headache unbearable.
She looked up at the ceiling and sniffed the scent of the medication, another unfamiliar memory flooded into her mind.
"This is the Blake family's home, not the Logan family's. You need to remember that you are a guest and don't have any unrealistic fantasies. Although Lyra and Nate call you their older sister, Lyra is the real young lady of the Blake family. You can't compete with her for anything, otherwise, you will offend your Uncle Blake, and I will have to send you back to the countryside."
"Nate is your younger brother, you should let him have his way. What? Does he bully you? Who taught you to slander others at such a young age? Nate is so obedient and well-behaved, how could he possibly bully you?"
"You look at your grades, they're so poor, yet you still want to participate in the art competition? It wasn't easy for me to bring you back from the countryside, don't embarrass me in public."
......
Scenes of unfamiliar memories and heart-wrenching words coalesced and crossed her mind like a movie, finally freezing into the despairing gaze of a girl leaping from a high building.
Countless memories flashed through Chloe's mind, all in two or three seconds.
She confirmed she had reincarnated from the most perfect creation of an otherworldly lab, once hailed as the top researcher and a“scientific genius” and “medical prodigy”, to a girl of the same name and surname in this world, Chloe Logan.
She was aware of her life's destiny.
Astounded by the revelation, Chloe lay dazed on the bed, feeling the lingering emotions of her previous life.
Amelia hadn't yet come to terms with the fact that her biological daughter had abruptly awakened. The family doctor stumbled and fell huffily, shooting an irate question to Chloe on the bed: “How dare you kick me!”
Indeed, his abdomen had been kicked by Chloe, so fast that Amelia couldn't catch a glimpse.
Chloe laid down flat and unmoved, didn't spare him a glance, replying coldly: “I told you not to touch me.”
She was hoping to get more sleep, but that seemed impossible right now. Swiftly, she yanked the needle out of her hand.
Humph! Inferior medical technology.
Doctor Joe was the Blake family's private physician, a recognized medical practitioner from a prestigious family. His standing in society, as well as within the Blake family, was high.
Being courted by the head of the family, he couldn't stand the girl's disrespect towards him. In a cold huff, he commented: “Truly, a country bumpkin she is, lacking any manners. Nowhere near Miss Lyra, who do you think you are to summon me for medical attention?”
Amelia snapped back to reality; as the wife of Jack and the lady of the Blake family, she took great care to maintain her image before outsiders.
Looking at the girl lying on the bed, she scolded: “Little Chloe, how can you be so unruly and unreasonable? Dr. Joe has been treating you for two days. Instead of being grateful for him waking you up, you are being rude towards him. Isn’t this how I’ve taught you?”
Turning her attention to Dr. Joe, she apologized politely: “I'm truly sorry, Dr. Joe. Little Chloe might have lost her temper because she has just woken up. I hope you can show us some tolerance.”
"You must not offend a doctor, this is a rule."
Amelia's apology greatly satisfied Dr. Joe's vanity, he lifted his chin in response: "No need to apologize. However, I must say, with her temper, I wonder how much trouble she'll cause for you later. Let it be for today. I am the family doctor of the Blake family, treating her is more about giving face to Mrs. Blake and Mr. Blake."
Amelia continued politely: "That is Chloe's good fortune."
Chloe, who was lying in bed, heard the exchange between the two and turned to Amelia, innocently asking: "Would you want this good fortune?"
She pouted her mouth, glanced at the family doctor, and said, "A doctor who brings people into the morgue, huh, that's quite a special skill."
"You!" Dr. Joe prided himself as a renowned doctor in the southern city, even bigshots respected him. When Chloe belittled him this way, he became angrily embarrassed and was about to retort, but then he noticed an intimidating aura in her clear eyes despite her pale and sickly complexion. Something odd crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it as overthinking.
Coldly, he said, "Since Miss Chloe doesn't need me, please seek someone more competent!"
He picked up his medical box and left. He couldn't stand this little girl looking down on him. Did she think he was a miracle doctor?
Dr. Joe was quite angry. Amelia quickly stood up, "Dr. Joe! Dr. Joe!"
But it was too late. Dr. Joe had already gone downstairs with his medical box. Amelia, helpless, turned to Blake's housemaid downstairs, "Could you please see Dr. Joe out, and apologize to him on my behalf?"
When she returned to Chloe's room, Chloe had already got up from the bed. Humph! What a mediocre doctor, he can't even give proper fever medicine!
Amelia frowned. There was no outsider present, so she didn't need to put on a polite face with Chloe. This daughter was the biggest failure in her otherwise perfect life.
"What's wrong with you? How could you talk to Dr. Joe like that? How many times have I told you to get rid of your uncouth rural habits? This is the southern city, not the countryside. Hasn't anyone ever taught you?"
Chloe packed her schoolbag, turned back, and looked straight at Amelia: "I've grown up without parents, no one has taught me to be polite to quack doctors."
"You!"
Chloe's father, Tyler, disappeared when she was four years old, and was later adjudged dead by the police. Not long after, Amelia, unable to tolerate the poverty of the countryside, abandoned her child and left.
Especially since Tyler was a poor doctor who occasionally used his family wealth to treat people. After he was deemed dead from his disappearance, Amelia briskly packed her bags and left.
Soon, she met Jack, a wealthy man in Texas, and not long after married him. She became the stepmother to Miss Lyra, who was mentioned earlier by the family doctor, and now they have a common child, Nate.
The original host's illness this time is tied to Nate.
It was Nate who pushed her into the Blake family's swimming pool, causing her to drown and fall into a coma. In these two days, he took advantage of her unconsciousness to secretly come in and choke her throat and arm.
It was at this opportunity that she was reincarnated.
If you were to discuss how vile she was, there was plenty to say. Yet Amelia never investigated, simply assuming the original host didn't know how to swim but still went to play in the pool, resulting in a serious accident.
As for Chloe, the four-year-old daughter, she was treated as a burden and left in the countryside by Amelia. Since childhood, Chloe relied on her grandfather. Unfortunately, half a year ago, her grandfather passed away. Fearing for his granddaughter's well-being, he had entrusted a person to find Amelia, her biological mother. Inadvertently, this news made its way to Madam Blake, a wealthy lady of Texas. Out of concern for her reputation, Amelia had no choice but to bring Chloe back from the countryside, saving face.
Her grandfather, always considering her best interests, would be unable to rest in his grave if he knew the kind of hellish life she had been living in the Wen household for the past six months.
Her grandfather was the one who cared for the host the most in this world.
Although Amelia left when Chloe was four years old, she was still her mother. To Amelia, Chloe's words seemed to curse her to death, which made her so angry that she wanted to slap Chloe's face.
"Who taught you to talk like this!?"
But before her palm could fall, Chloe caught her wrist, "Don't move, this is your last chance."
From now on, she would not allow Amelia to harm her, whether it was for herself or the original Chloe.
The original host's biggest wish before her death was to never have such a mother.
Amelia never expected that the frail-looking girl would have such strength to grasp her wrist. It was clear that her thin and pale wrist became even thinner due to excessive weight loss, revealing blue veins, and there were many bruises.
However, the embarrassment of being restrained by Chloe overshadowed everything else. "Chloe, I am your mother!"
"Mother?" Chloe snorted disdainfully, "Are you worthy? Have you ever taken care of me for a day? Before I was four years old, my father took care of me. After that, it was my grandfather who raised me. Have you ever fulfilled your duties even for a day?"
Although it was the cruel truth, Amelia wouldn't allow Chloe to say this. She was even infuriated, "If you dare to disrespect me like this, never come back to the Blake family. Get out!"
Chloe was expressionless, "Don't worry, even if you plead with me to stay, I won't."
This was never her home to begin with, there was no need for her to stay.
Amelia, thrown on the bed by her, heard her words and felt annoyed and amused. Beg her, on what ground?
A helpless country girl, how could she survive in Nancheng without the Blake family?
So naive, as if she would be begging her to come back!
