My brother faked his death to cheat me out of my inheritance. When he’s reborn, I’ll make him regret it.
My first act after being reborn was to pour my best friend’s ashes down the drain.
In my previous life, my best friend’s wife cheated on him, not only emptying their joint accounts but also leaving him drowning in debt.
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He ended up homeless, beaten to a pulp by loan sharks, barely clinging to life.
When I finally reached him, he was barely breathing, and he begged me to raise his daughter.
Seeing how young the child was, I soft–heartedly agreed.
To take care of her, my girlfriend broke up with me, and my parents kicked me out of the house.
I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into raising her. When she became an adult, she became a rising model after shooting a commercial.
Everyone envied me for having such a wonderful daughter. But as I was celebrating her success, my best friend, who had supposedly died years ago, appeared, arm–in–arm with my ex–girlfriend.
“Looks like you passed my test.”
Seeing my confusion, my ex–girlfriend explained arrogantly.
“Derek is the heir to a multi–billion dollar fortune. Who knows if you were only friends with him for his money.
“But now that you’ve honestly raised our daughter, you’ve proven yourself worthy.”
I furiously stepped forward, ready to punch them, but my adopted daughter threw a drink in my face.
“You sick freak! How dare you lay a hand on my parents?!”
I choked on my rage, my vision blurring, and then I just… collapsed.
When I woke up again, I had been reborn to the very day my best friend was beaten by thugs.
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“Cough, cough… Alex, you’re finally here…”
mosaic of purplish–blue bruises. Deep gashes bled
Derek lay weakly on the ground, speaking to me without an
In my last life, I received his desperate call and rushed to find
The sight of him covered in blood sent me into a panic, and
diateme
But Derek insisted the location was too remote, and he’d be dead by the time 911
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But Derek insisted the location was too remote, and he’d be dead by the time 911 arrived.
So, I personally carried him on my back, stumbling for over two hours, back to the city, and straight to the hospital.
But now, the thought of it all being his elaborate scheme made a wave of profound disgust wash over me.
“No need to call 911, it’s too remote here… just carry me…”
Derek coughed a few times, looking at me pleadingly.
I frowned, feigning discomfort, and bent down to rub my ankle.
“I’m sorry, I wish I could carry you, but I just twisted my ankle. I really can’t carry you.”
Afraid he wouldn’t believe me, Yeven pulled up my pant leg to show him my visibly swollen and red ankle.
In my last life, I had endured the pain to carry him, and by the time we reached the hospital, my ankle was practically useless. It cost a fortune to heal.
This time, I wouldn’t be so foolish.
Derek’s face instantly paled, looking as if he was truly on his last breath.
Just then, an SUV pulled up beside us. The
driver, a kin
stranger, warmly asked if we needed help.
To avoid raising suspicion, I quickly smiled and accepted.
At the hospital, Derek was immediately rushed into the emergency room.
Soon, a female doctor, Dr. Evans, hurried out, saying Derek had lost too much blood and needed a transfusion.
“The hospital’s blood bank is severely low. A transfer would take too long and could delay treatment.”
“Mr. Miller said you have the same blood type as him. Please come with me to prepare for a blood transfusion.”
I scoffed internally at her words.
This was the exact same spiel as in my last life. This doctor had used the same excuse, drawing 600cc of my blood without a single word of explanation.
Normally, blood donations don’t exceed 400cc, but I was too distraught to notice then. After the blood draw, I felt weak all over and dizzy.
And Derek had used that moment to plead with me to take care of his daughter in the hospital room, and I, in my dazed state, had nodded and agreed.
So I told Dr. Evans, “I apologize, but I have low blood sugar and anemia. I can’t donate blood. You’ll have to find another solution.”
Dr. Evans didn’t expect my refusal. She stomped her foot angrily and hurried back into the emergency
room.
Another twenty minutes passed. Dr. Evans emerged, her face filled with sorrow.
“I’m sorry, we did our best, but Mr. Miller’s condition is too severe. There’s nothing more we can do.”
“He’s still conscious now. You can go in and spend his final moments with him.”
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I nodded, my face calm, and walked in.
Sure enough, Derek was lying on the hospital bed, pale and weak, just like
my
I walked to his side. “What is it? Do you have anything you want
to tell
previous life. He faintly called my name.
Tears welled up in Derek’s eyes. “Alex, you’re my best friend. Why didn’t you
donate blood for me? If you had, maybe I…”
Dr. Evans, standing nearby, interjected indignantly. “Yes, Mr. Miller truly red you
tragedy Mr. Miller is so young and can’t hold on. You’re truly heartless.”
his best friend, yet you refused. It’s a
I said calmly, “You should blame your hospital for not even having the blood a something happened to me because of a blood donation, would your hospital pay with its life?”
I have low
blood sugar
and anemia. If
