My Family Fell Apart After I Died Serving as My Sister's Blood Bank のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 7

I once believed Ronald would be my salvation.My parents always told me we were poor, and I believed them. But now, I realized that my sister and I are actually heiresses to the renowned Fall Corporation."Alice, be a good girl. All the family's money has gone to your sister’s treatment and education. We don’t have any extra, so you have to work hard and help pay for her medical bills."My sister, Beatrice, was born fair-skinned and beautiful, with an extraordinary talent for music. The family adored her, treating her like a precious jewel. They gave her the only chance to attend college, sending her to the prestigious Bartin College of Music overseas, paying for her expensive education.Meanwhile, I gave up on pursuing university, even though I scored top marks on my high school exams. I didn’t apply to any colleges. Instead, I graduated and went straight to work—washing dishes and delivering food. And every few months, I had to donate blood to Beatrice.Now I realized, all those lies

But this time, I couldn’t respond to him.Shawn, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from his brow, hurriedly pressed the defibrillator against my chest. Once. Twice. Again and again.Each shock sent my body jolting upward, my chest convulsing with every surge. But there was no response. The heart monitor stayed flat, the red light blinking steadily, without a flicker of hope.“Wake up! You can’t sleep, Alice!”He tried every life-saving measure he could, but it was too late. I had no more signs of life.Exhausted, he collapsed onto the floor beside me, his hands burying themselves into his hair, his shoulders shaking as he broke down in sobs.“I couldn’t save you… I was too late. I didn’t learn about this in time, I’m so sorry.”My soul hovered next to him, wanting so badly to comfort him, to pat his shoulder and tell him it wasn’t his fault. But my hand passed right through him.He began removing the tubes from my body, one by one, and even took away the bag of unused blood, which h

I once secretly saved up money, dreaming of marrying Ronald.We’d have a cat and a dog, and the house wouldn’t need to be big—just enough to keep us warm. I imagined sunny afternoons where I’d polish his guitar strings, brew him a cup of tea, and listen to him play the guitar while dancing for him.In countless dark moments, those daydreams carried me through sleepless nights. The only light in the darkest corners of my life, I held onto it carefully, cherishing it like a treasure. All because of a promise he once made in passing.“If my Alice doesn’t have an umbrella, then I’ll be your umbrella. From now on, I’ll shield you from the storms, and no one will ever hurt you again.”I believed him.But, in the end, the man I clung to as my last lifeline was nothing more than a fleeting illusion. True love could be a steady anchor, but it was also unpredictable and fleeting.Now, I lay in the cold confines of the hospital morgue, waiting for my turn in the cremation line.Beatrice had woke