My Adoptive Sister Has a Quirk
Chapter 1
My adopted sister, Amy, had a strange obsession. She was constantly trying to have sex.
Then, she’d come to me for “repair work.”
The last time she came to me, she was pregnant.
I gritted my teeth and did the procedure, begging her to stop her reckless behavior. She told me to mind my own business.
She married into a wealthy family. The first night with her new husband, he discovered she wasn’t a virgin.
He kicked her out immediately and had her roughed up.
Then she came for me, dousing my face with acid.
“You bitch! You knew I was pregnant, you did that surgery to ruin me!”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she first came to me for “repair work.”
1.
“Sister, please help me. You’re a doctor.”
Amy lay on the examination table, clutching my hand. My face still stung from the acid attack; I couldn’t believe I’d been given a second chance.
“Sister, I’m… uncomfortable down there. Can you take a look?”
“But don’t tell Mom! She’ll kill me.”
Amy looked utterly innocent. This twenty-year-old innocent girl had thrown acid in my face in my previous life.
“Leave. I won’t help you.”
My voice was cold. I returned to my desk and resumed working.
“Anna, what’s wrong with you?”
Amy sat up, grabbing my shirt.
“I’m your sister! You have to help me!”
In my past life, my softness had cost me dearly. This time, her problems were none of my concern.
“Please leave. You’re disrupting my work.”
I said firmly.
“THWACK!” Her purse slammed against my head. She pouted. “If you don’t help me, I’ll tell Mom.”
“Fine. I’ll call her myself.”
I pulled out my phone.
She lunged to stop me, but I anticipated her move.
I called my mother: “Amy’s here. Come get her.”
Mom had strict rules: no premarital sex.
“Are you crazy?”
Amy’s face went white.
She tried to hit me again, but I called security, and they restrained her.
2.
Mom arrived, and saw Amy bound. She rushed over.
“What are you doing to your sister? Let her go!”
“How could you do this to your own sister?”
Amy was adopted, but Mom always favored her.
I didn’t understand why. When I was attacked with acid, Mom was there, and I cried out for help. She ignored me.
“Amy’s not a virgin anymore. She just came to me to repair her hymen, and she has a serious infection.”
Mom’s face paled.
“What?”
“Amy, you’re so young! How could you do this?”
She shoved Amy.
“I warned you! No sex before marriage! Why are you so disobedient?”
“I just introduced you to the Beaumont family, and you pull this stunt? Do you even want to be a rich wife?”
Amy burst into tears.
“Mom, I didn’t! Don’t believe her! I just had a stomachache, and asked her to check me, but she refused and is lying about me not being a virgin!”
“I’m a virgin! I’ve never been with a boy!”
I almost laughed. In my past life, she’d come to me three times for hymen repair. Each time, she was in terrible shape.
I asked if she’d been with many men. She mumbled, “I just… I really liked the feeling. It was exciting.”
My soft heart had kept her secret, performed the surgeries. She repaid me by nearly killing me. This time, I wouldn’t help.
3.
“Anna, you’re so cruel!”
Mom shoved me hard; my back hit the desk corner.
“A woman’s reputation is everything! How could you slander her like this?”
Amy sobbed. “Mom, I’ve always been good! She’s jealous of me, of my marriage into the Beaumont family.”
Mom desperately wanted Amy to marry into wealth, so she could benefit.
“SLAP!”
Mom slapped me. Her eyes were fierce.
“Anna, you’re disgusting! Are you that jealous of your sister?”
“I’ll have Mr. Beaumont here to teach you a lesson!”
The slap was unexpected, burning my cheek.
“I have a medical report,” I said coldly.
Mom didn’t believe me. “Shut up! You just want to hurt your sister!”
She tried to hit me again, but I pushed her away.
Then, Mr. Beaumont and his entourage arrived. He was the wealthy heir. In my past life, Amy married him, and her secret was discovered.
Mom fawningly approached him.
“Mr. Beaumont, my Amy’s your fiancée. She’s only twenty, she’s never had a boyfriend, and someone’s lying about her virginity!”
“You must punish her!”
Beaumont’s eyes blazed. Mom was ruthless.
“Mr. Beaumont…”
I tried to explain, but one of Beaumont’s men kicked me to the ground. I couldn’t speak from the pain.
Amy beamed, going to Beaumont.
“Thank you for helping me, Alex.”
Beaumont was known for being good to his girlfriends, but he demanded virginity. He believed Amy was a virgin and was protective of her. I wouldn’t explain. Not yet.
4.
I lost my job. Beaumont had me blacklisted from every hospital.
Amy’s triumphant gaze told me I couldn’t win.
I clenched my fists. She didn’t know I’d been reborn. This time, I wouldn’t let her get away with it.
At home, Mom smashed my Lego collection.
“I thought you were good, but you slandered your sister!”
“Get out! This house doesn’t want you!”
Amy sat on the couch, eating strawberries.
I smiled.
“Fine. I’m leaving.”
Away from here, Amy couldn’t find me.
The next day, I packed a few things and left. Amy followed me downstairs and pulled me aside.
She shoved some money into my hand.
“Sister, I was wrong yesterday. Please forgive me.”
“Please… do the surgery again.”
She still wanted the hymen repair.
I was about to refuse, but an idea struck me.
“Okay, I’ll help you.”
Her eyes lit up.
“But tell me about your boyfriends. Give me their contact information. Your condition was severe; I need to ask about STIs.”
Amy hesitated. “Fine. But you have to do a good job.”
I took Amy to my new clinic and performed the procedure.
She was pleased, texting Beaumont: “Alex, I’m still a virgin! Girls like me are rare! You need to be good to me!”
In my past life, after her first surgery, she’d come back soon after, still menstruating. I was shocked and warned her. She dismissed me.
I should have minded my own business.
My phone rang. It was Mom.
“Amy’s getting married. You have to go. Your gift shouldn’t be less than $1,000.”
The same thing happened in my past life.
I didn’t refuse. This time, they wouldn’t get away with it. Amy would seek out other men; she had a sex addiction. Beaumont wouldn’t be enough.
5.
Amy and Beaumont’s wedding loomed. Amy found me again. She was pale, clutching her stomach.
“Sister, help me! I had sex while on my period. It hurts so bad. Treat me, and do the repair.”
She was in pain, but I remained calm.
“I won’t help you.”
“Anna, why not? You helped before!”
She was furious.
“My stomach’s killing me!”
Her pain couldn’t compare to the acid burning my skin. I’d never forget that.
I ignored her, continuing my work. She pulled at me.
“Help me! I’m in agony!”
“Please!”
I pushed her away. “Leave. I’m busy.”
“Anna, you bitch!”
She cursed and stormed out.
In my past life, I’d treated her, gave her medication, and helped her manage the pain. Not this time.
Mom came, dragging me to the car.
“Your sister’s in pain! Why aren’t you helping?”
“You’re still my daughter, and I can order you around.”
I leaned against the window, silent.
Beaumont was there. Amy said she was having period cramps. Beaumont was worried.
“Check her, Anna.”
I approached, lifting Amy’s shirt. A strong, foul odor filled the air.
Beaumont smelled it.
“What’s that smell?”
Amy tensed. “It’s probably my sister.”
She pulled me into the room.
“Anna, help me! Beaumont will punish you!”
I almost refused, but she was right. I couldn’t afford to anger Beaumont.
“Fine. I’ll help.”
I examined her. Worse than before.
I pretended to treat her, telling her to return for surgery on the weekend.
6.
The weekend arrived. Amy came for surgery.
She scratched at herself.
“It itches! What’s wrong with me?”
I saw red spots on her thighs.
“Have you been with other men?”
“So what? I’m beautiful, everyone wants me. Unlike you.”
She mocked me.
She didn’t know she had syphilis. I recognized it instantly.
She hadn’t had it in the past life. The butterfly effect had changed things. I wouldn’t interfere with her fate.
I pretended to treat her and sent her away.
Amy and Beaumont’s wedding day came.
I waited for her at the clinic. She would come.
She’d come in my past life, begging for a repair. I’d discovered her pregnancy then. I told her, but she was too frantic to listen.
Amy arrived, frantic. “Do the repair! I’m having sex tonight! I can’t be exposed!”
“I’ll pay you!”
“No.”
I refused.
She almost knelt.
“Anna, don’t be heartless! I’m your sister.”
But she hadn’t shown me mercy when she nearly killed me.
“Fine, I’ll examine you.”
I pretended to examine her. “You’re pregnant. No surgery.”
Her face went white.
“Impossible! I used protection! Are you lying?”
She lunged at me, but a voice stopped her.
She saw who it was and panicked.
