Chapter 1

On the third day of the nationwide livestream, I became the person everyone wanted to strangle with their own hands.

Paralyzed in a wheelchair, I watched my sister work three jobs a day until her kidneys failed—yet I offered not a single word of concern.

When she collapsed on the floor, I didn’t call an ambulance. Instead, I transferred my last savings to my gambling-addicted brother.

The doctor said that if I donated one kidney, her life could be saved.

I only smiled and replied,

“No.”

They called me a monster who drained my sister dry over a lifetime.

But no one knew that I did all this because—

Her being alive was more dangerous than her death.

As soon as the hidden cameras were installed, the secret livestream began.

Vanessa, my “sister,” walked in after work, sporting heavy dark circles under her eyes.

She dragged herself to my bedside, preparing to help me clean up.

Seeing a mess beneath me, there wasn’t a flicker of disgust in her eyes, only profound heartache and self-reproach.

“Lauren, did you have an upset stomach last night?”

She touched my forehead, blaming herself.

“I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault; I’ve been so exhausted from work lately that I slept like a rock. I forgot to check on you in the middle of the night and keep your blanket on, leaving you uncomfortable all night…”

I watched her silently, not speaking.

The live chat, however, exploded:

“My God, this sister is incredible! She just got home from work, saw this total mess, and her first reaction was to blame herself.”

“Right? If I’d worked all day and came home to that, I’d be fuming!”

“She really is a saint; she’s making me tear up!”

Vanessa didn’t know about the hidden livestream. She just single-handedly turned me over, preparing to help me to the bathroom for a shower.

But she was too tired.

Even with all her strength, she struggled to lift me from the bed.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

Vanessa opened it to find my brother, Brandon, standing there. Her eyes widened in surprise.

“What are you doing here?”

Brandon had a cigarette dangling from his lips. He said nonchalantly,

“If I’m not mistaken, this apartment is the one Mom and Dad signed over to Lauren, right? As Lauren’s brother, there’s no big deal if I stay at my sister’s place for a few days, is there?”

With that, he just barged in.

Vanessa was too exhausted to argue after a long day, so she just told Brandon,

“Then lend me a hand and help me get Lauren to the bathroom. I need to give her a shower!”

Brandon shot me a disgusted glance, muttering,

“That’s sickening, she reeks. No way am I touching her!”

Vanessa frowned.

“Brandon! Lauren is your own sister! She just gave you all the lottery money she won. How can you refuse to even help her?”

Brandon scoffed.

“She gave me the money willingly. You’re not trying to guilt-trip me, are you?”

Vanessa sighed.

“I respect all of Lauren’s decisions. She gave you all her winnings because she wanted you and your wife to live well.”

“She’s so good to you; can’t you be a little good to her?”

Brandon sneered.

“What’s the point of being good to her? She’s just a paralyzed invalid, a waste of space for a decade!”

“I don’t know why you bother taking care of this useless person every day. She’d be better off dead!”

At this sight, the live chat instantly boiled over:

“Seriously? Is this guy even human? Wishing his own sister dead right to her face?”

“And his sister just handed him all that money!”

“I seriously don’t get it. Her sister slaved for a decade taking care of her, went deep into debt, even lost her marriage, and got absolutely nothing in return! Is this sister out of her mind?!”

“She’s ungrateful to such an amazing sister but so good to this heartless animal of a brother? Did the paralysis affect her brain too?!”