In my previous life, I took my nephew to a doctor, since I always felt that it was a bit strange that he suddenly had a mole. I even took a leave to take my nephew to the hospital.
My hunch was right, the mole was removed by the doctor and I sent my nephew home.
But after the mole was removed, my sister-in-law blamed me for removing my nephew's good fortune, especially when I got home and won two hundred thousand dollars on a lottery ticket.
My sister-in-law slapped me in the face and scolded me for taking away my nephew's good fortune. I was suffocated to death in bed that night, while the whole family remained silent.
"If it weren't for you, your nephew would be rich and powerful in the future. Then our Richard family would be prosperous. It's all your fault."
My brother and mother stood by and watched, agreeing with my sister-in-law in their hearts and buried me hastily after I died.
My fingers tore through the bedding and the suffocation made me feel extremely uncomfortable. I died so unwillingly. Even when I did a good thing, I was still treated like that.