My Mother Called Me a Thief While My Brother Was Dying — Novel

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In a world where family bonds twist into chains of betrayal, Dora Fox finds herself caught in a nightmare. As a dedicated surgeon, she’s always put her patients first, but when an emergency at the hospital collides with a shocking accusation from her own mother, everything she knows is thrown into chaos. With a teenage boy’s life hanging in the balance, the clock is ticking, but her mother’s suspicion and a mall security team are standing in her way.

What could drive a mother to turn against her daughter in such a public way? As whispers fill the air and eyes turn to her in judgment, Dora grapples with a life-altering choice: confront her mother’s betrayal or risk losing the chance to save a life she’s trained for. In this gripping tale of loyalty and deception, will Dora be able to fight back against the very person who should have stood by her side?

When family ties threaten to suffocate her dreams, can Dora reclaim her voice and prove her innocence before it’s too late? The stakes are high, and every moment counts in a race against time where love and betrayal intertwine.

My Mother Called Me a Thief While My Brother Was DyingChapter 1

The mall's PA system was blaring a jewelry store theft alarm, and I was clutching my phone, sprinting for the exit.

"Mom, there's an emergency at the hospital. I have to go NOW!"

My mother grabbed my arm and her voice shot up an octave:

"Sweetheart, you're in such a rush. Don't tell me YOU'RE the one who stole that gold?"

The words barely left her mouth before security closed in around us.

My brain whited out.

Back in the ER, a teenage boy's trachea had been severed by a sheet of glass that fell from a high floor. His oxygen saturation had plummeted to sixty percent. Severe subcutaneous emphysema covered his entire body.

Without surgery in the next fifteen minutes, he would suffocate to death.

And right now, my mother was staring at me with that look, the one that said she was disappointed but not surprised, sighing like I'd let her down again:

"We may be poor, but that's no excuse to do something this shameful."

To find gold that never existed, I was strip-searched, force-fed laxatives, and locked in a back room.

I dropped to my knees and begged them to let me go save my patient first.