로그인
Don’t Cry at My Funeral
4
공유:
보고서
The day Grandma died, my parents, both of whom had remarried, began arguing over who would have to take me. In the original timeline, I had been concerned about Dad working himself so hard and chose to live with him so that I could be there for him. I even picked the numbers on the lottery ticket that won him a multimillion-dollar jackpot. After he became rich, he bought a nice place and luxury cars for my stepmother and their children. Yet he would not spend a cent on my pain medication. By the time doctors found the tumor in my brain, I could only lie in bed and endure the pain until it killed me. In the new timeline, Dad frowned and sighed again and again. “Your mom married a wealthy businessman. You’ll have a much better life with her. “I already have too many children at home. There just isn’t room for you.” Mom fiddled with her freshly manicured nails and replied indifferently, “That’s not fair. More children just make a home livelier. “My husband runs a very strict household, and the twins from his first marriage are impossible to deal with. “She has always done whatever she wants. They’ll eat her alive if she comes home with me.” Their attempts to push me toward each other no longer stirred any feelings in me. When they finally lost patience and demanded that I choose, I quietly picked up my suitcase and walked over to Mom. Her face immediately darkened. Dad, meanwhile, breathed a sigh of relief. He was unable to suppress a pleased little smile. However, he did not know that without me there to intervene, my stepmother would toss the winning lottery ticket into the washing machine and reduce it to a pile of soggy scraps. Having traveled back in time, I only wanted to live comfortably during whatever time I had left.
더 보기1화
Chapter 1
최신 챕터
Don’t Cry at My Funeral Chapter 10
When I regained consciousness, a team of doctors surrounded my bed.Fred listened gravely as the lead physician explained my condition. His brow was deeply furrowed.The attending doctor shook his head. The medical team quietly filed out.Mom was sitting beside me and gripping my hand as tears streamed silently down her face.I stared at the ceiling. I felt strangely weightless and disconnected from my own body.“How long was I unconscious?”Derek stepped forward and answered me with a hoarse voice, “Two days.”I tried to sit up, but there was no strength left in my body.Audrey quickly placed a hand on my shoulder.“Don’t move. Just lie still.”Their faces were filled with concern, but I felt perfectly calm.“Let’s go home.”After we returned to the mansion, I spent most of my time asleep.Whenever I was awake, I watched the leaves outside my window turn yellow and drift from the trees.Fred sat beside my bed, peeling an apple with a paring knife.“Is there anything els
Don’t Cry at My Funeral Chapter 9
I pressed my face into the pillow, trying not to make a sound as cold sweat covered my forehead.The door opened quietly. Mom entered with a warm washcloth.She sat on the edge of the bed and laid it across my forehead.“Does it hurt badly?”I kept my eyes closed. I did not want her to see how weak I felt.“It’s not too bad.”Her hands trembled slightly as she clumsily massaged my temples.“I never took proper care of you before, so I’m probably not very good at this. Bear with me.”The warmth against my forehead eased some of the tension in my body.“You don’t need to stay. Go back to bed.”Mom continued massaging my temples.Her voice was strained with unshed tears as she said, “I can’t sleep. Please, just let me stay with you.”I did not refuse her again. As her fingers continued their gentle circles, I gradually drifted off.A few days later, we arrived on the southern coast.That evening, a cool, salty breeze swept away the lingering heat of the day.Audrey and Dere
Don’t Cry at My Funeral Chapter 8
“All my life, I stayed with my grandmother. In the original timeline, when I lived with my dad, I never even left the state.”Fred nodded and pulled out his phone.“All right. Where would you like to go?”I thought for a moment.“I’d like to see snow-covered mountains, the ocean, and a big street festival.”The next day, the mansion was filled with preparations for the trip.Mom stood in my room with several large suitcases, packing my clothes.She folded a heavy winter coat and tucked it into one corner of a suitcase.“The mountains will be freezing. You need to bring this one. It’s windproof.”I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her work.“You don’t need to pack so much. A couple of changes of clothes will be enough.”Mom paused. Her back remained facing me.“No. If you get too cold, your headaches might get worse.”She turned around and slipped a pill organizer into my carry-on bag.“I’ve sorted your medication by day and time. I’ll remind you when to take everyth
Don’t Cry at My Funeral Chapter 7
Fred’s expression remained cold and impassive.“I don’t care what you claim to remember. We haven’t settled the matter of you harassing Phoebe outside this estate.”Dad swallowed hard but tried to maintain his composure. “She’s my daughter. I have every right to see her! She’s dying anyway, isn’t she?“Keeping her here will only make her a burden. Give me some money, and I’ll take her off your hands.”Fred rose and looked down at him.“I warned you what would happen if you ever showed your face here again.”He turned to the security guards standing nearby.“Break one of his legs and kick him out of the city. Make sure he never sets foot here again.”Two guards stepped forward and seized Dad by the arms.“Mr. Brown, you can’t do this! I’m sorry!“Forget the money! I don’t want it anymore!”His pleas gradually faded as the guards dragged him outside.I stood on the upstairs landing and watched the entire exchange below.Audrey came over and gently took my arm.“Don’t watc
독자들에게
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
