Missing Hearts

The private hospital laboratory was full of cameras.

A billionaire family had come to announce a donation for children’s medicine.

His daughter stood beside him, smiling proudly.

Then a poor girl walked in.

Her jacket was too thin.
Her shoes were wet.
And in her hand was a small plastic evidence bag.

A nurse tried to stop her.

“Sweetheart, you can’t be in here.”

The girl looked at the billionaire’s daughter.

“My mom said she needed to see this.”

The daughter laughed softly.

“I don’t know you.”

The poor girl placed the evidence bag on the doctor’s table.

Inside was a strand of blonde hair.

And a broken hospital ID clip.

The billionaire’s daughter stopped smiling.

The doctor picked up the bag.

His face changed.

The billionaire stepped forward too quickly.

“That’s private family property.”

The poor girl looked at him.

“Then why was it hidden in my mother’s grave?”

The room went silent.

The doctor slowly opened a sealed DNA folder.

The daughter whispered:

“Dad… what is this?”

The billionaire did not answer.

Then the poor girl pulled out a second evidence bag.

Inside was another hair sample.

But this one had the daughter’s name written on it.

The doctor looked at both girls.

Then he locked the laboratory door.