Rescue Team Daddy Left Me, Doctor Mommy Won't Save Me

When the flood came, my father, who was the captain of the rescue team, immediately rescued my cousin and cut my rescue rope. "Vivian can't swim, and there's not enough space on the helicopter. You won't die even if we rescue you a little later."

I was rushed to the hospital while hanging onto a thread, but my mother, who was a doctor, gave the last bag of rare blood to my cousin, who was not even seriously injured.

I begged with a weak voice, but my mother pried my fingers apart and said, "Your cousin is anemic and has always been in poor health. Must you fight for attention at such a time?"

My parents had no idea that I stopped breathing when they abandoned me.

The hovering rescue helicopter flew my father and cousin farther away.

I was half-submerged in the water, my hands weakly clinging to the driftwood. Blood had seeped out between my fingers, and my broken ribs were hurting violently.

When a metallic taste filled my mouth, I hazily saw my father, dressed in a rescue team uniform, lifting me high. "I'll always protect you, Yvette."

I reached out to touch my father's cheek, but everything evaporated.

My cousin, Vivian White, asked me to accompany her to an event at a resort a few days ago. I refused to pretend to be nice to her but reluctantly agreed when my mother chided me.

Unexpectedly, Vivian wanted me to accompany the organizer of the contest she was joining.

When I fought back, a flood hit, and the resort was instantly flooded.

I dragged Vivian up a tree, but she cried and resented me. "Your parents are right. You're a jinx."

I suppressed the bitterness in my heart and finally waited for my father's arrival with the rescue team.

Knowing that there was only one place on the helicopter, my father did not hesitate to cut the rescue rope from me. "Vivian can't swim, and there's not enough space on the helicopter. You won't die even if we rescue you a little later."

I fell from mid-air, and my insides hurt as if they had shifted.

However, my father indifferently closed the hatch with Vivian in his arms.

…

When I regained consciousness, I was in the hospital emergency room.

My mother anxiously ordered the nurse beside her, "There's only one bag of rare blood left? Give it to Vivian first!"

The nurse pointed at me with a frown. "Dr. Zimmer, the newly sent patient is also waiting for a blood transfusion."

My mother paused for a moment when she saw my face.

I felt my vitality slipping away bit by bit. Biting the tip of my tongue, I grabbed the hem of my mother's clothes with all my strength. "Mom, I'm in so much pain."

However, my mother indifferently pried my fingers apart as if I were not her biological daughter but her enemy. "Yvette Ford, your cousin is anemic and has always been in poor health. Must you fight for attention at such a time?"

I helplessly looked at my mother's back as she turned around and left. I wanted to call out to her, but a large amount of blood poured out of my mouth.

The nurse beside me anxiously called the emergency doctor.

I looked at her anxious expression and my eyes gradually became blurred.

How ridiculous. My parents, who were closest to me, abandoned me without hesitation, yet a stranger who had nothing to do with me was trying her best to save me.

The ECG monitor rang rapidly. I saw the doctor cover my pale body with a white cloth. They shook their head and sighed heavily.

'Mom and Dad, you got your wish. Your disappointment of a daughter is dead,' I thought to myself. 'I died when my father cut my rescue rope… I died when my mother resolutely gave the rare blood to Vivian, who's only slightly anemic.'

I closed my eyes as if this would make me stop feeling like crying.

Suddenly, I heard a childish voice. "Have you seen my mother?"