I was bound to a "Sick Transmigration System." I transmigrated into the body of the real heiress, who everyone despised. Everyone loved the fake heiress, who had been meticulously cared for by the family for sixteen years. My three older brothers, afraid I would snatch what belonged to the fake heiress, mocked and ridiculed me. My biological parents, afraid my appearance would hurt the fake heiress, tried their best to compensate her. They never considered my feelings. They saw my craving for love as a threat, as jealousy. Later, I was dying. Even later, my second brother found the diary I hid under my pillow. They broke down. 1 I was bound to the "Sick Transmigration System." I transmigrated into the body of Mia Sterling, the real heiress who had been found by the wealthy Sterling family six months ago. On my first day here. I got a plate of food thrown right in my face. Freshly cooked curry sauce dripped from my cheeks down to my neck, and fish balls rolled off my clothes onto the floor. It burned. I looked at the boy in front of me expressionlessly. There was no emotion in my eyes. Everyone else was shocked by his action too. Mother Sterling exclaimed, "Caden, what are you doing!" Caden Sterling looked a bit regretful, but what came out of his mouth was blame. "It's because she always has that deadpan face. Didn't she hear Lily talking to her?" Lily Sterling looked guilty. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was because of me..." She looked at me apologetically. "Third Brother didn't mean it. Mia, can I apologize for him?" Caden immediately got upset. "Who is she to deserve your apology? Lily, why do you care so much about her!" I twitched my lips faintly. I also really wanted to know what the original owner was to them. Looking at Lily, surrounded by three brothers, wearing a pristine white dress, her hair exquisitely styled. While I was stained yellow by curry sauce, smelling of food without even lowering my head. Lily. The family's precious pearl. This name shouldn't have been hers. I ignored Lily. I picked up the only fish ball left on my leg, swallowed it along with the sauce remaining on my lips. Not the taste I remembered. I stood up to leave. "I'm full, going back to my room now, thanks." Turning around, I met the housekeeper, Auntie May's worried gaze and smiled at her. Silence fell over the dining table. Father and Mother Sterling looked unhappy. Eldest brother Lucas Sterling said in a deep voice, "Caden, you really went too far this time. Mia didn't do anything." 2 I died in my original world. Late-stage stomach cancer, died at eighteen. Died from sheer pain. No one was by my side. Except for that fish ball just now, I hadn't eaten anything normal for nearly three months. Maybe the System pitied me and brought me to this world. This body also has stomach cancer. But not yet terminal. The System said the original girl committed suicide by taking sleeping pills today. Frequent abdominal pain accompanied by coughing up blood told her something was wrong with her body. But she was afraid speaking up would trouble the Sterling family. Afraid it would make her family, who already disliked her, hate her even more. So she chose to leave this world directly. She was so silly. The Sterling family is rich; with proper treatment, she might have recovered. This family is truly ironic. They didn't realize their biological daughter was sick even after having her back for six months. "Why am I here?" A girl who shared the same fate as me. Also an orphan from childhood. Also had stomach cancer. Maybe she was luckier than me. At sixteen, she was taken home by her biological parents. Maybe she was unluckier than me. She went to be an angel before ever receiving a shred of unreserved love. The System was silent. "My arrival seems to have worsened the body's symptoms?" Feeling the taste of blood in my throat, I asked the System. The System said, "Yes. Like the original you, you might only make it to 18..." "But if you cooperate with treatment..." I said lightly, "Not treating it." Doesn't matter, gonna die anyway. Besides, I don't want to live. 3 In the middle of the night, my stomach hurt unbearably. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. It felt like returning to my past life. Curled up every night, eyes open until dawn. There was nothing in the room. My mouth was dry, so I fumbled downstairs in the dark to find water. But I ran into my second brother, Ethan Sterling, in the living room. Ethan was a pro gamer, so it was normal for him to be up at 2 or 3 AM. Obviously, Ethan noticed me too. He looked at me with an ugly expression. Ethan was the most silent person in the Sterling family. The original owner hadn't seen a good face from him in the six months she'd been back. I ignored him. He was probably annoyed just seeing the original owner. I hunched over and went to the kitchen. Unbeknownst to me, Ethan was scared by my appearance. Under the dim night light of the living room. He clearly saw me sweating profusely from pain, my lips pale. Except for the unnaturally red scald on my cheek, everywhere else was scary white. And I was used to looking abnormal from the torture of illness, so naturally, I didn't care. I leaned on the sink to rest, and the next second, blood surged up, and I vomited blood. Retches. I choked out tears in discomfort. There was movement at the kitchen door; Ethan had followed me in. I hurriedly turned on the tap to wash away the blood in the sink, cupped my hands, and drank a few mouthfuls of tap water. Then I heard Ethan's deep voice: "Drink warm water if you're thirsty. Cold water gives you diarrhea." I hummed softly, lowered my head, and tried to bypass him to leave. The original owner had barely spoken a few sentences to this second brother, and I had no desire to entangle with this family. But my wrist was grabbed by Ethan. I tilted my head to look at him, voice hoarse: "Second Brother, something wrong?" The close distance allowed Ethan to see the wound on my face more clearly. He was silent for a while before frowning: "Why didn't you treat the burn on your face?" I looked at the expression on his face that seemed impatient. He probably thought this was just some trick to get attention. I pulled my hand back, nodding randomly, "Mm, going back now." Too close. Ethan turned on the light and frowned as he approached the sink. Although the blood had been washed away. He still keenly saw the traces of red lingering after being washed by the water flow... 4 Early the next morning, I went downstairs and bumped into Caden at the stairwell. The original owner's third brother was the one most hostile to her. He and Lily were similar in age and had the deepest bond. Maybe the boy was too young, only knowing that the sister he doted on and protected since childhood was suddenly replaced. This new person was going to take everything away from Lily. He vented all his dissatisfaction on his biological sister. He blamed her for breaking their original life. Little did he know, the original owner was the most innocent one. Caden looked at the obvious burn on my face, eyes dodging. He deliberately didn't speak to me, waiting for me to greet him. Unexpectedly, I didn't even look at him, walked around him, and left. Father Sterling said coldly, "You're a big girl now, don't you know how to treat a little burn yourself? What do you look like going out like this?" Father Sterling was a traditional patriarch; his eyes held more interest than family. He was just afraid my appearance would embarrass him. Moreover, the original owner was just someone brought back six months ago, with no skills in arts or music, poor grades, and no utilization value. Mother Sterling also looked disapproving. I sneered. If it were Lily, she would probably have been sent to the hospital immediately. Last night, no one took the initiative to ask if I was burned. Or if I was hungry after eating so little. Truly biased to the extreme. "There's no first aid kit in the room." Now it was the Sterling family's turn to be silent. The master bedrooms in the Sterling villa naturally had everything. But they brought the original owner back and let their biological daughter stay in the guest room. The guest room had pitifully few things. The original owner even had to use the public bathroom. No one took the initiative to suggest changing rooms for the original owner. Mother Sterling looked at her daughter's face, similar to hers, flushed red, and felt a moment of panic. If it were Lily, a little injury would attract the whole family's care. Why was it that with me, there wasn't a sound. Not as endearing as Lily at all. Caden said stubbornly, "How would we know it's this serious if you didn't say anything." My upper abdomen started to hurt in waves, and I couldn't help but hunch over. A taste of blood surged in my throat. I pulled my backpack straps, voice hoarse: "I'm going to school." Caden frowned. Maybe it was his illusion, but Mia's posture seemed wrong...
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