I knew why Dylan was coming. He wanted to tell me the so-called truth, get my forgiveness, and ideally have me donate a kidney.
That would be the perfect ending for everyone.
But I wasn't Isla. I was Vivian.
Neither Isla nor Vivian owed them anything.
At 10 a.m. the next morning, Dylan knocked on my door right on time.
I looked at him through the security door.
In the hallway, light spots from the window fell on Dylan's shoulder. He stayed silent for a long time before speaking.
"Isla, can we talk?"
I nodded but didn't open the door. "Let's talk like this."
Dylan took a deep breath. He lowered his gaze, and his voice was hoarse.
"Back then, Ian had cancer. He spread rumors that Lydia looked like Mom to give her a better life. Then he somehow got your blood. He swapped it, and let Lydia take your place.
"Isla, you are their biological daughter and my sister."
Dylan finished speaking and looked up at me. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
I met his gaze and said calmly, "I knew long ago that the blood Lydia took for testing was mine because she deliberately scratched my finger. I didn't say anything."
Seeing his surprised expression, I continued.