"It was bad enough you ran away and refused to come home, but now you're forging medical records to trick us?" Her voice rose to a shriek. "How can you be so vicious? Max is still recovering, and you're talking about stealing his heart?"
I laughed. No humor in it. She hadn't even glanced at the diagnosis. She didn't care about my condition at all.
Even back in the Urban Village, her tears had been nothing but performance.
"Who told me my parents were rich enough to buy a heart for a stranger, but required their own daughter to die for it?" I sneered. "Whatever. If I die, your careers go down with me."
I looked at Mom with open mockery.
"I just don't get it. You'd give your heart and lungs to an outsider, but you're ruthless toward your own flesh and blood."
"I used to think you had principles. Thought you were ethical. But seeing what you did for Max—it's just double standards." My voice dropped. "You're nothing but a hypocrite."
I knew exactly why she saved him.
The election for Deputy Director was coming up next year. She needed the reputation. Saving a poor student from a destitute, single-parent family? Gold for her campaign. Perfect publicity.