My Mother Gave My Heart to Her Enemy's Child

My mother is a heart specialist known around the world, and once again, to avoid any appearance of favoritism, she pushed back my transplant surgery.

She even drew my HR-negative blood, the rare kind, and gave it to another little girl whose heart was failing too.

Because I'm slow, my reactions lag behind everyone else's, so it wasn't until my vision went black that I started crying and begging her.

Her face was cold, her eyes full of disgust. "I'm a cardiologist, and I'm your mother. No one understands your condition better than I do. A hundred milliliters won't hurt you."