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Having lost all hope of survival, the older sister deteriorated rapidly.
Rumors about her have already spread throughout the hospital.
Everyone knows that the poor orphan who died here years ago is this heartless girl’s sister!
I was bullied and humiliated by her to this extent; her current illness must be divine
retribution.
The nurse who administers her medication glares at her, and even the doctor turns a blind eye, offering no more than the bare minimum of care.
Meanwhile, her parents are too preoccupied to care for her.
They are squatting outside the funeral home, frantically searching for the urn they carelessly
misplaced that day.
After finding it, they wiped off the dust and burst into tears once more.
After three years, they finally found me a gravesite with a reasonably nice view.
The tombstone was deeply engraved with “The Grave of Beloved Daughter, Yulia Wyatt‘.
That single word, “beloved,” is so glaring, so laughable.
They didn’t love me in life, but in death, they rush to prove their love with tears and regret.
“Yulia, Mom and Dad were wrong.”
*Please, come back and be our child in the next life. We will do our best to make it up to you.”
As they spoke, they pulled out the crumpled family photo I had left at home.
Carefully, I placed it in front of the tombstone.
Disgusted, I summoned a gust of wind, blowing the photo several meters away.
Yulia!
They ran after it, but the wind was too strong. After spinning wildly in the air, the photo floated away and tumbled down the mountainside.
Are you still unwilling to forgive Mom and Dad?
Lost in sorrow and unable to speak, Mom and Dad sat blankly before my grave for a long
time.
They are unable to accept this reality.
No matter what they do, I will resolutely leave; I will not forgive them.
Looking down at my increasingly transparent body, I felt a profound sense of relief.
The obsession has faded; I can finally leave behind this life of hardship and journey to a brighter afterlife.
In the end, my older sister never received a kidney.
The illness drove her to madness; she would alternate between lucidly cursing and begging for mercy in her delirium.
As she lay dying, she vaguely saw me, floating in the air.
“Yulia Wyatt!?”
Her eyes widened in fury as she desperately reached for me:
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They are unable to accept this reality.
No matter what they do, I will resolutely leave; I will not forgive them.
Looking down at my increasingly transparent body, I felt a profound sense of relief.
The obsession has faded; I can finally leave behind this life of hardship and journey to a brighter afterlife.
In the end, my older sister never received a kidney.
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The illness drove her to madness; she would alternate between lucidly cursing and begging for mercy in her delirium.
As she lay dying, she vaguely saw me, floating in the air.
“Yulia Wyatt!?”
Her eyes widened in fury as she desperately reached for me:
“Where are you? Where are you! Come back and donate your kidney to me!”
“Mom and Dad are mine, and your kidney is mine too! Don’t you dare run away–”
The cursing stopped abruptly as the beeping of the electrocardiogram cut off her final
outburst of resentment.
She died consumed by endless anger, resentment, and jealousy.
Her obsession will trap her, forever wandering the hospital, unable to reincarnate or find
release.
I watched her collide with the walls, screaming as she searched for an exit, but found none.
I secretly rejoiced that, despite suffering unfair treatment, I hadn’t become consumed by
hatred and resentment like her.
Otherwise, I would be the vengeful ghost trapped in this hospital for millennia, unable to
escape.
