He Chose His Adopted Sister, So I Left the Mafia Chapter 07

He Chose His Adopted Sister, So I Left the Mafia Chapter 07

That night, four Family enforcers entered my 

hospital room. 

They never actually took me to the warehouse. On 

Selena’s orders, they brought me to an abandoned 

isolation room on the hospital’s fifth floor and 

decided to “question” me there. 

Old medical kits, contaminated protective gowns, 

and sealed containers that had once held medical 

waste were piled around the room. 

The man in charge slapped a sheet of paper down 

in front of me. 

“Sign it.” 

The statement said I admitted that, out of 

jealousy, I had deliberately mishandled Selena’s 

treatment and falsified her medical records. 

I didn’t move. 

“I didn’t do it.” 

The man laughed. 

“You really still think you’re a doctor, don’t you? Mr. Moretti already revoked your privileges. You’re nothing now.” 

Another man kicked my wheelchair hard enough to send it crashing into the wall. 

“You’re an outsider who only got into this circle because of the underboss. Still trying to act tough? Sign it and save everyone the trouble.” 

I shook my head again. 

The click of high heels sounded outside the door. 

Selena walked in. 

There wasn’t even a bandage around her ankle. 

“Give us a minute.” 

The men immediately obeyed, and the door closed. behind them. 

She walked slowly toward me. 

“Erin, what exactly are you still holding on to? 

Adrian doesn’t want you anymore.” 

I looked at her. 

“You changed the timestamps on the lab results.” 

She smiled. 

“Yes. And the medication wasn’t the problem 

either. I knew that.” 

My fingertips went cold. 

“Why?” 

She bent down, her voice soft. 

“Because I hate you. And because you were never good enough to stand beside him. Do you know 

why everyone in the Family believed me so easily? 

It wasn’t because I’m such a good actress. From 

the very beginning, they were convinced someone 

like you would screw up sooner or later. You don’t 

have the bloodline. You don’t have the name. You 

don’t own any stake in the Family. You’re just 

some doctor Adrian brought in on a whim.” 

Her smile deepened. 

“And me? I was raised as a Moretti daughter. 

That’s the difference between us.” 

My breath caught. 

“So Adrian missed our engagement party because 

of you?” 

“Of course.” 

She didn’t even bother hiding it. 

“I was the girl he liked when we were kids. The old 

Don didn’t approve. Later, I was sent to Europe, 

and Adrian gradually went along with the Family’s 

plans for him. Why do you think he chose you?” 

She reached out and lightly smoothed my hair. 

“Because from the side, you look a little like me.” 

My entire body went still. 

“He told me that sometimes, when he was with you, you reminded him of me. Too bad you took the whole thing so seriously. You actually thought you could become Mrs. Moretti.” 

So that was it. 

All the details I had never been able to understand‘ 

suddenly made sense. 

The first time Adrian took me to a Family dinner, 

he asked me to dye my hair darker. The first time I 

picked out a formal dress, he told me white suited 

me better than black. 

It wasn’t until Selena came back that I learned 

she’d always worn her hair long and dark, and that 

white was her favorite color. 

I lowered my head as tears fell one by one onto 

the back of my hand. 

Satisfied, Selena straightened. 

“Sign it. Once you do, I’ll tell them to let you go.” 

I slowly looked up. 

“I’m not signing it.” 

The smile vanished from her face. 

“Then stay here until you come to your senses.” 

The door opened again, and she called the 

enforcers back inside. 

“Don’t actually hurt her. Just make sure she 

understands the rules.” 

Then she turned and walked away. 

But those men had always looked down on me. 

With Adrian nowhere around, they had no reason to worry about the consequences. 

Someone threw filthy water over me. Someone shoved my wheelchair into the corner. Another 

man pressed the confession sheet against my face. 

“You signing or not?” 

I clenched my teeth and said nothing. 

In the middle of the chaos, someone grabbed my 

shoulder and shoved me hard. 

The wheelchair tipped sideways. 

I slammed toward a half–open fire escape window. 

The old latch was already loose. It snapped 

instantly, and the wheelchair and I pitched outward together. 

In the final second, I heard someone scream, 

“Grab her!” 

Then came weightlessness. 

Agony. 

Darkness.