In life, I was drained by my own family. In death, I was slandered by the world.
In this new life, facing the man sobbing before me, I slapped him.
My brother was stunned, looking at me.
"You slapped me..."
I cut him off.
"Do you want our mom to know she's dying? If you wish her gone sooner, keep crying louder!"
Steven recovered and nodded quickly, "You're right! Sister, how should we explain it to mom?"
"Let's act normal when we go in. Say too much, and she'll suspect. Once you're done, leave."
"You are always really thoughtful!"
Looking at the face before me that made me disgusted, I took a deep breath and followed him into the ward.
Our mother, feeling uneasy, rubbed her temples, "What's wrong with me, Steven. Why did I suddenly faint?"
Seeing Steven about to play the devoted son, I grabbed my mother's hand first. "Mom, the doctor found a tumor in your body."
My mother, dizzy, spoke with a sob, "A tumor? Like your father? All that money spent and still lost him, we might as well not treat it!"
In her previous life, when she said this, I thought she was just worried about the money, never considering she'd rather die to leave more for her son.