After the fake daughter died. The diary she kept at the shelter was exposed. It chronicled her grievances, her resilience, and her selfless love for her family. In an instant. The entire internet was in tears. Our whole family was drowning in regret. And I, the one who had hidden the fact that she had cancer, became the target of universal hatred. My brother cursed me: "I'd rather live in poverty for the rest of my life if it meant Chloe could live!" My parents raged at me: "Who gave you the right to make choices for us?! We don't want wealth and status, we just want Chloe!" I was isolated, cyberbullied, and kicked out of the house. I eventually died on the streets. When I opened my eyes again. I was back on the day the fake daughter, Chloe, received her terminal cancer diagnosis. 1 "Sis, promise me, don't tell anyone I'm sick, okay?" Chloe was gripping my hand, her eyes swimming with tears. Her voice trembled, and her entire body radiated a pathetic, almost begging vulnerability. Even though I had been reborn, seeing her like this still tugged slightly at my heartstrings. "Dad lost everything in that gamble. The company is gone. Mom is so sick she can barely get out of bed. And Liam has been running himself ragged trying to keep Dad out of jail. If they find out I'm sick, it'll just make everything worse. I don't want to be a burden to you guys, I really don't..." What a perfect sob story! A gambling father, a severely ill mother, an exhausted brother, and her—the cancer-stricken girl about to shatter! In my previous life. Not long after Chloe said these exact words to me, she chose to run away from home. To stop our parents and brother from looking for her, she intentionally painted herself as a gold-digging material girl. She partied wildly with thugs at clubs, publicly threatening to cut ties with Liam. She escorted wealthy older men to high-end events, outright declaring that our parents were unfit to be parents. She completely shattered the hearts of our parents and Liam. All to establish her own glorious martyrdom. And every bit of it. Was recorded in her diary. Three years after Chloe died. Liam went from being penniless to becoming a rising star in the business world. With new investments, my parents also got back on their feet. And I, who had been silently working multiple jobs to support the entire family, finally officially became the eldest daughter of the Vance family. But the good days only lasted a few days. Before Chloe's diary sent me crashing back to the bottom. An influencer with millions of followers, known for reuniting families, showcased Chloe's final diary on a livestream. Overnight, Chloe's diary went viral. Her act of self-sacrifice for the sake of her family moved countless netizens to tears. It also plunged my parents and Liam, who finally knew the truth, into an endless abyss of remorse. With nowhere to vent their emotions. They pointed all their blame at me. It was as if I was the true culprit who killed Chloe. "Why did you hide the fact that Chloe was sick?! Let me tell you, even if Chloe is gone, you can never replace her as my sister! I only have one sister, and that's Chloe Vance!" Liam held a hysterical press conference. Publicly announcing he was severing all ties with me. I fought back hard: "Chloe begged me to keep it a secret! She didn't want to be a burden! I wanted you and Mom and Dad to succeed too! We only had that tiny bit of startup capital left! I was just respecting her choice, I didn't do anything wrong..." Liam shoved me away, pointing at me and roaring: "But did you respect my choice?! Do you have any idea how much I cared about Chloe?! Stop using 'for my own good' as an excuse! Nobody asked you to do it for my own good! You're just a ruthless, money-hungry bitch! That money could have saved Chloe's life! Who the hell cared about starting a business?!" In a panic. I turned to my parents for help. But the locks on the house had already been changed. My luggage was tossed out like trash. "If it weren't for Chloe, we never would have brought you out of that orphanage." "You're Chloe's jinx! If it weren't for you, Chloe wouldn't have died!" "Get away from the Vance family, and don't force us to do something even more cruel." The hateful glares from my parents were deeply etched into my heart. In that moment. I finally understood. No matter how hard I tried, I could never integrate into this family. People who achieve success easily forget the hardships they endured, and they easily believe their current status stems from their own abilities rather than luck and opportunity. But, in this life. Often. Choices matter more than hard work. Opportunities matter more than abilities. Given a second chance. I will make absolutely sure my parents and Liam regret this for the rest of their lives! 2 "What are you guys doing?" Liam suddenly pushed the door open and walked toward us. Chloe furrowed her brow, continuing to plead with me in a low voice: "Please, Sis..." But before Chloe could finish her sentence. I cut her off: "I'm sorry, but I can't promise you that." I shook off Chloe's hand. Chloe froze, looking bewildered: "Sis, why..." Because you're going to write a diary. And make me public enemy number one. I turned to face Liam, blurting out: "Liam, Chloe is sick. Terminal cancer." Liam stopped dead in his tracks, a look of sheer terror suddenly appearing on his exhausted face. Chloe immediately shook her head: "No, I'm not sick! Sis is just joking with you..." I calmly and methodically continued: "Chloe still has the diagnosis report in her pocket. You can see for yourself. I think we need to tell Mom and Dad as soon as possible. We can't delay Chloe's treatment." Chloe instantly clamped her hands over her pockets. Liam reached out and snatched the crumpled diagnosis report from her hand. Seeing the words "Terminal Cancer" clearly printed on the paper. Liam's body visibly swayed: "It really is cancer..." Tears immediately spilled from Chloe's eyes. "No, you can't tell Mom and Dad! Mom's health is terrible, and Dad's body is already failing because of the company... If they find out, they won't be able to handle it... Liam, please don't! Sis, please don't..." She cried, looking weak and pitiful, completely out of breath. Followed by a soft cough. A pool of blood gushed from her nose. It scared all the color out of Liam's handsome face. But Chloe still tried to hold it together, insisting she was fine. "Let's go to the hospital," I suggested. Chloe shook her head and waved her hands: "No, no, I just need to rest a bit. Going to the hospital is just a waste of money..." Liam grabbed Chloe, pulling her domineeringly into his arms, and gave an order: "Chloe, listen to me." And so. Refusing to let Chloe resist. Liam took her straight to the hospital. They ran a comprehensive set of tests. The result. Was exactly the same as the diagnosis report. "It is indeed terminal cancer. It has already metastasized to multiple areas. After removing the larger tumors, we'll need to follow up with a combination of radiation and chemotherapy. Given how young the patient is, it's hard to say exactly how effective the treatment will be, and the costs... well, they won't be small..." Before the doctor could finish, Liam interrupted: "No matter what it takes, we'll treat her." The doctor nodded, then printed out the admission forms. "Go to the admissions department and get her checked in as soon as possible. She may need multiple surgeries in a short period of time, so she'll need a family member with her 24/7. Here's a list of things you'll need for her stay." Liam took the stack of documents. He held Chloe's hand and headed to the admissions department. "The deposit is $5,000. Cash or card?" The nurse asked Liam politely. Liam frowned deeply, looking troubled. "Wait here for a minute. I need to make a phone call." I sat with Chloe on the bench in the admissions area, watching Liam make calls outside. He looked anxious one minute, forcing a smile the next, and then stomping his feet in frustration and cursing at the sky. It wasn't until the hospital was about to close that Liam finally managed to scrape together the $5,000 deposit. God only knows how he had to bend his pride to ask those trust-fund kids he used to party with for money. In my previous life, even if he went a week without eating, he never asked those kids for a dime. In this life, it had only just begun, and his pride was already gone. You can imagine how the rest of his days would go... "Don't worry, money isn't an issue. As long as you can get better, Liam will take care of everything." Looking at Liam's passionate promise, Chloe's eyes filled with tears. And I remained completely expressionless. I just took in the hospital, reeking of disinfectant. Oh, this wasn't just a hospital. It was a money pit for the poor. 3 Hospital beds require joining a waitlist. Paying the $5,000 deposit just secured a spot in line. Once admitted, money would be silently drained away with every breath. A night in a bed, an IV line, a bag of saline, oxygen... accumulating bit by bit, tens and hundreds of dollars at a time, it would become an insurmountable mountain of debt for a poor family. When the three of us came to the hospital, we were in a frantic rush and took a taxi. Now leaving the hospital, less hurried, we unconsciously found ourselves at the bus stop, waiting for the bus home. It was rush hour. The crowd was surging. We were squeezed onto the bus. In the cramped, stifling space. Chloe cried several times, trying to convince Liam to give up on treatment. But Liam's eyes were resolute, his gaze unwavering, driving his words of absolute commitment deep into Chloe's mind. "We're a family! No matter how hard it gets, we will never give up on you! Just listen to the doctors and get your treatment. Liam will handle everything else!" "Liam, how did I get so lucky to have a brother like you..." They hugged. Pouring their hearts out to each other. If the bus hadn't smelled so bad, it would have been a perfectly dreamy scene straight out of a romance drama. When we got back to our rented apartment. My parents were sitting on the small bed, a stack of cash resting beside them. This was the money from Dad selling his prized gold watch and Mom selling an entire closet of designer heels. No more, no less. Exactly $300,000. In my previous life, Liam relied on this exact $300,000 to build his business from scratch, single-handedly saving the Vance family from total ruin and becoming a rising star in the business world. Seeing us return, my parents frowned deeply. "Liam, we got the $300,000 you needed. Invest it in Chris's 'Rice Tech' startup just like you planned. Let's hope Chris doesn't let us down and takes 'Rice Tech' all the way to an IPO." "Rice" was the smart tech brand founded by Chris. Chris was Liam's college classmate. They were very close, and Liam had invested a lot of time and effort in the early and late stages to help take "Rice" public. Now, they were just short $300,000. Filling this gap would allow Rice Tech to take off, driven by Chris's marketing genius. And soaring right alongside it would be Liam, my parents, and... the entire Vance Group. However. Now. It probably wasn't going to take off. Looking torn, Liam walked over to my parents and handed them Chloe's medical reports. "What's this?" Dad frowned in confusion. Mom also leaned in to look at the report. When they clearly saw the words "Terminal Cancer" on the paper, their eyes instantly turned red. Dad pressed his lips tightly together. Mom burst into tears. Chloe couldn't hold back her tears either, sobbing uncontrollably. "Mom, Dad, we can always make money later. But Chloe's illness can't wait." Liam choked on his words, completely helpless. Mom and Dad wiped away their tears and nodded heavily. "We treat her. We absolutely have to treat Chloe's illness." 4 After Mom and Dad made the final call. The entire family completely shelved the "Vance Revival" plan. The new goal was the "Save Chloe" plan. Dad chose to work construction at a building site. Mom took a job as a waitress at a restaurant. Liam hustled at "Rice Tech." Although he couldn't be a boss, his relationship with the founder got him a spot in the sales department. As for me. Unlike my past life, where I dropped out of school to work and provide a financial safety net for the family. I took a leave of absence from school. To stay at the hospital and care for Chloe 24/7. "Sis, ever since I got sick, Mom, Dad, and Liam have all cried. But you're the only one who hasn't. Why?" Chloe, who was now officially admitted, asked me with wide, pitiful, innocent eyes. I had just finished organizing her hospital bed and putting her toiletries in the cabinet. Hearing her voice, I slowly turned around. I looked at her: "Crying doesn't solve any problems. Why should I waste my time and energy crying?" Chloe offered a bitter smile: "From the very first day you came back, I knew you didn't like me. But I just don't understand why you told the family I was sick. If I had just left, Mom, Dad, Liam, and you would be living much better lives right now..." I used to think that too. That without the burden of Chloe, I would live a great life. But reality proved otherwise. People who aren't loved will never live a good life, no matter what. So what about those who are loved? Do they inevitably live a good life? Will this tragic girl, Chloe, have a different fate in this life compared to the last? "Stop overthinking it. Just focus on your treatment and believe that you can beat this disease!" I settled her into bed. While I lay on the cramped cot, awake all night. Because I had to be constantly vigilant in case Chloe tried to escape the hospital room. The next morning. With heavy dark circles under my eyes, I accompanied the nurses as they wheeled Chloe into the operating room. Before going in, Chloe shook her head and sighed. "Sis, what's the point? My disease is incurable. Spending all this money is just a waste... Sis, help me. Please convince Mom, Dad, and Liam to stop the treatment, okay?" Last night, Chloe tried to get out of bed five times to run away. And every single time, I pulled her back. "Yeah, the doctors say you can't be cured, but Mom, Dad, and Liam won't listen. You tell them you can't be cured, and they still won't listen. If I go tell them you can't be cured... do you really think they'll listen to me? You know exactly how much they love you. Why are you putting me in this position, making me play the bad guy?" Chloe frowned slightly: "I didn't want to make you the bad guy. I just..." I looked at her intently: "Then stay alive. Stay alive and watch with me... Let's see just how long the people who claim to love you so much can actually keep loving you." Chloe looked shocked: "Sis, what do you mean?" "A long illness wears out a dutiful son. And prolonged poverty destroys a harmonious home." I said softly. Chloe was wheeled into the operating room by the nurses. The red light above the door clicked on. The lead surgeon worked meticulously. The massive tumor was removed, and after testing, it was unequivocally confirmed as malignant. When Chloe was wheeled out, her frail body was covered in tubes. A massive oxygen mask almost covered her entire face. Her breath was weak as a thread. When Mom, Dad, and Liam came to visit after work and saw Chloe looking so lifeless, they trembled with heartbreak. Their care was genuine. Their concern was real. Even when the nurse reminded them about the upcoming bills for chemotherapy and radiation, they all remained fiercely committed to the treatment. Day one, surgery. After insurance, it cost $100,000. Day two, radiation. Day three, chemotherapy... Behind the seemingly smooth process, the disease was secretly raging. On the fourth night. Chloe experienced organ failure and urgently needed a kidney transplant. Mom and I were automatically ruled out due to incompatible blood types. After testing, both Dad and Liam were found to be matches. Dad immediately volunteered to donate his kidney to Chloe. But Liam stopped him, citing Dad's age, and took the burden upon himself. While unconscious, Chloe received Liam's kidney. Afterward, when Chloe learned the truth, she was deeply moved to tears again. Everyone was immersed in the feeling of "family unity." I was probably the only one who actually heard what the doctor said. "Kidney failure is usually just the mildest of the complications. Next, it will be liver failure, heart failure... If you keep doing transplant surgeries, not only will the financial burden be astronomical, but you'll be taking turns destroying healthy bodies. It's truly not worth it. I advise you to give up treatment..."
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