In my last life, I sacrificed everything to take care of my paralyzed brother. I died an old maid, never marrying. In this life, we were reborn together. The very first thing he did? He got rid of me to make room for the "destined" fake heiress. He took me, a newborn baby, and dumped me on the cold streets. "Don't blame me for being heartless," he whispered to my tiny face. "You’re the reason Chloe died." 01 I was born during a torrential downpour in Seattle. Chase Sterling, the eldest son of the prestigious Sterling family, skipped school for three days to come back home. Nobody knew the truth. That straight-backed, solemn elementary schooler harbored the memories of two lifetimes. He had just been reborn, carrying a belly full of regret from his previous life. He didn’t even glance at me, his biological sister. Instead, he bribed a nurse to swap the babies, ensuring the girl who was mistakenly taken in our past life was now legitimately presented to our parents. He carried me out of the hospital. Stuffed me into a flimsy cardboard box. And took a bus all the way to the outskirts of the city. Meanwhile, the baby crying louder than me in the nursery—the one now draped in the Sterling family name—would grow up to be the apple of everyone’s eye: Chloe Sterling. Chase's biggest regret from his past life was wasting decades missing out on the girl who became a brilliant flight surgeon. Me? I was the biological sister who wasn't brought home until I was eighteen. I spent my life unmarried, teaching myself rehabilitation medicine just for him. I dragged him out of his wheelchair and gave him a life. But all he cared about was the fake sister I had displaced. The Sterlings were a military legacy family. In his last life, they were heroes. In this life, Chase was determined to rewrite the script. At any cost. I lay in the swaddle, quietly opening my eyes. Surprise, brother. I was reborn too. 02 In our past life, Chloe and I were switched at birth. She became the Sterling princess. I was sent to a blue-collar family. When I was three, a car crash left me an orphan. I was tossed into the foster care system. I spent over a decade living in fear. Chloe, however, was pampered. She was the jewel of the Sterling family, the only sister in Chase’s eyes. She learned piano, ballet, and studied abroad. She had everyone's love. I was finally brought back to the Sterling estate at eighteen. I remember walking through those iron gates wearing cheap canvas shoes and a thrift-store dress, dragging a broken suitcase. I saw Chase standing in the yard. Tall, dressed in his uniform, backlit by the sun. He frowned at me. "You're Penny? You look so... low class." Chase became a top-tier Air Force pilot. Chloe became an elite flight surgeon. In photos, they stood shoulder to shoulder, smiling brilliantly. Until that year I went to visit the base. A training accident. The plane went down. Chase and Chloe were pinned under the wing, waiting for rescue. The medic looked at me frantically. "I'm sorry, we only have the resources to extract one right now." I hesitated for one second. "Save my brother." Everyone blamed me for Chloe’s death. But I didn't regret it. I spent ten years nursing him. I gave up my youth to be his caretaker. When Chase was on his deathbed, his pale hand covered mine. His voice was weak, but the words were like daggers. "Penny... I wish you had saved Chloe." I froze. It felt like a sledgehammer to the chest. Even at the very end. He never had a single word of gratitude for me. 03 He carried the box a long way. From the hospital, through the old town, to the sketchy East End. Finally, he crouched down at the mouth of an alley overgrown with weeds. He looked at me in the box, his face pale, lips tight. "Penny," he whispered, his hands trembling. "Don't blame your big brother." "Chloe died so tragically. In the last life, she died because of you... I don't hate you, but she... she deserves to live without a care in the world." He pushed me into the shadows of the alley. With his small hand, he tucked the blanket around me. "Someone will find you here. Just live a normal life this time." He stood up, eyes red, but stubbornly turned his head away. "Penny, I'm begging you. Don't show up in our lives again." He walked away. He never looked back. My mind was clear, fully awake in this infant body. But I couldn't speak. I lay in the shadows. Watching his back disappear, I felt nothing but ice in my veins. 04 The rain started pouring. I opened my eyes again. The sky was the color of a dirty rag. The wind whipped the leaves around the alley entrance. He was long gone. I was a newborn. My body was weak. I couldn't even cry. My throat only produced a weak, muffled whimper. The rain soaked through the cardboard. I started to burn up with fever. My vision went white. In the distance, I heard the snarls of stray dogs. It sounded like death approaching. I couldn't move. I could only look up at this strange, dark sky. I thought about my past life. I spent a lifetime learning medicine. Rehab. Forty years of caretaking. All for one sentence: "I wish you saved her." In this life. His first act upon rebirth was to throw me out like garbage. I closed my eyes. The smell of mud and rain filled my nose. My consciousness started to fade. Until a gentle female voice cut through the noise: "Did you hear that? Is that a kitten?" A deep male voice followed. Teasing, warm. "Let's take it home then. You love cats." 05 In the darkness, a light appeared. It was the glow of streetlamps through the rain, the headlights of a car. It was the first thread of hope I could grasp. I saw an umbrella open. Under it was a beautiful, elegant face. Her hair was plastered to her cheeks by the rain. When she saw me, her eyes went wide with panic. "Arthur! Start the car! It's a baby!" Her voice trembled. She was terrified. The next second, she lifted me gently from the soggy box. She stripped off her coat and wrapped me in it. She pulled me tight into her embrace. She smelled amazing. Like magnolias and clean laundry. It made me want to cry. I leaned into her warmth. Babbling weakly, panting with fever. My mind drifted. She held me tighter, cursing softly. "Who does this? What kind of monster leaves a baby in a storm?" "She's burning up. Her lips are blue." The man’s voice came from beside her, rough with worry. "I'm bringing the car around. We need to move." She cooed at me. "Don't be scared, baby. Auntie is taking you to the doctor."
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