When I opened my eyes again, I saw Mom anxiously check on Lance's injuries. My corpse lay off to the side, all alone and completely ignored.Only after confirming that Lance's injuries were minor did Mom finally breathe a sigh of relief.She placed her hand over her heart and smiled with satisfaction. "Thank heavens. If anything had happened to you, I wouldn't have wanted to live either."Mom, who had never done anything but criticize and complain about me, actually spoke in such a concerned tone. Perhaps she was only dissatisfied with me.But the only reason she could stand there now, safe and sound, speaking like that, was that I had sacrificed myself. And yet, why wouldn't she even ask about me?Could they really accept this happiness built on my life with a clear conscience?The rescue team members who had hurried over glanced at me, then looked hesitantly at Mom."Captain, your eldest son, Brett Howell, looks seriously injured. Does he really not need medical attention?"T
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