Everything changed on my twelfth birthday. The brakes failed, the tragic crash, and the death of our parents. My brother blamed it all on me. He ruled as the mafia boss, yet all he showed me was hatred. The only love he had left was for our younger sister.

He never believed how sick I became. He accused me of faking my sickness to get attention. He would turn to our sister with a gentleness I never received, he promised to save her, and he promised she would never die on his watch.

My heart ended up beating inside her chest even after I died.

He finally saw what was left of my damaged body after I was gone. The truth my brother never bothered to face would shatter his world.

My soul was afloat when my breathing stopped. I watched as the doctor cut my chest open and took out my heart. He hurried out of the operating room with it.

I followed without thinking and saw my brother pacing anxiously in the hallway.

"Was the heart taken out? Arrange the surgery for Yvette Sinclair immediately. This transplant must succeed. Failure is not allowed!" my brother ordered.

My brother, Joseph Sinclair, had the authority as the Mafia Boss, so the doctors nodded in fear.

His assistant spoke cautiously after the doctors left, "Boss, the doctor said the heart donor is a young woman. Her family has not been found yet."

Joseph frowned.

He replied without concern, "Let the hospital keep trying to contact them. I'll give them a large sum of money as compensation once they are found."

His assistant wanted to say more but was cut off impatiently.

"Don't bother me with such small matters again. Handle it yourself. Yvette is about to have surgery, so I can't step away. I need to respond immediately if anything happens to her," he said.

I felt endless frustration and despair after hearing his words.

However, I supposed my death meant nothing to Joseph.

My brother who once loved me most saw me as his enemy from the day our parents died.

"Wendy, this is all your fault. If you hadn't insisted on going to the amusement park, our parents wouldn't have died in that car accident. Look at Yvette. She stayed quietly at home that day. If you were half as sensible as her, our parents would still be alive."

Joseph rarely came home after our parents died, and even when he did, he only cared about our younger sister, Yvette.

He would cross half the city to buy desserts that Yvette liked. He carefully prepared every one of her birthday banquets.

He also cancelled an important meeting because he received a phone call from her.

All of those treatments once belonged only to me.

Joseph would not even glance my way after the accident.

He never knew that I was not unharmed in the accident that took the lives of our parents.

The violent impact destroyed my lungs.

I did not receive proper treatment. I suffered respiratory failure after only six short years, and I did not have much time left.

Yvette suddenly fainted six months ago. She was diagnosed with heart failure after being sent to the hospital.

Joseph hired the best heart specialists in the world at the private hospital owned by Sinclair Enterprise. He paid a huge price to search for a willing heart donor.

I knew that was my only chance to ease the relationship with Joseph. I signed the organ donation agreement willingly before I died.

I hoped that after my heart saved the sister he loved most, Joseph would forgive me.

His phone rang while I was drowning in sorrow.

He frowned deeply when he saw the caller ID.

It was the nanny who took care of me.

All the servants in the mansion tried to please Yvette and ignored me completely after Joseph cut ties with me.

Only the nanny who had raised me since childhood stayed by my side because she could not bear to leave me.

Joseph hung up without hesitation.

The nanny called again before he could put his phone down.

His assistant reminded him kindly, "You should pick up. She has called several times. Maybe Wendy has an emergency."

Disgust flashed in his eyes.

"What kind of emergency could she have? She vomited blood at home before and scared everyone. I rushed back and she was completely fine. How am I supposed to believe her?" he asked.

Tears fell from my eyes.

'I only didn't want you to worry. I took medicine every time before you came back…' I thought.

Joseph finally answered before the call disconnected.

I could hear the anxious voice of the nanny.

"Sir, Wendy was taken by an ambulance to your private hospital. Are you at the hospital too? Have you seen Wendy?" she asked.

Joseph frowned. There was worry in his eyes, but he still scolded the nanny impatiently.

"What could happen to her? She always said that something hurt, but every hospital check showed nothing. She often pretends to be sick, don't you know that?" he asked.

The nanny sounded like she was about to sob.

"Sir, Wendy isn't pretending to be sick this time. She vomited a lot of blood. The doctors said she needed urgent care. Please go to check on her!" the nanny said.

His assistant also tried to persuade him.

"Boss, you should check on her. She was sent to the hospital, so it can't be fake," the assistant said.

Joseph stayed silent for a moment before speaking hoarsely, "Find out which ward she's in. No, she should be in the emergency room now."

He was about to walk toward the emergency room, but Yvette called out weakly behind him.

"Joseph, I'm about to go into surgery. Where are you going?" she asked.

Yvette was supported by her lackey as she struggled to his side.

Joseph stopped.

He replied awkwardly, "Yvette, Wendy was hospitalized. I'll check on her and come back to stay with you…"

Tears fell from her eyes before he could finish.

"I didn't want to speak badly of Wendy, but this time I'm truly heartbroken…"

My brother nervously pulled her into his arms. Disgust appeared on his face when my name was mentioned.

"Don't cry. You're about to go into surgery. You can't get too emotional. What did Wendy do this time?" he asked.

Yvette leaned into his arms and sobbed.

"She was fine when I saw her yesterday. I told her I would have my heart transplant today. You promised to stay with me the whole time. She said she would find a way to distract you and not let you stay with me during surgery. I never expected that she would pretend to be sick and call an ambulance just to pull you away," she said.

I trembled after hearing that.

"She lied. I didn't see her at all yesterday. I would never say something like that," I said.

Yvette had always been hostile toward me since childhood. She often framed me after our parents died, and she would go as far as hurting herself to blame me.

No matter how much I explained myself, Joseph always believed her and never believed me.

It was the same.

Her lie was clearly sloppy, but my brother still believed it. He let out a cold snort and gave up the thought of going to check on me.

"I knew it. She was fine every other day. Why did it have to be today?" he asked.

Disgust was more apparent in his eyes. Warmth only returned when he looked at Yvette.

"Go into surgery with peace of mind. I'll stay outside the operating room the whole time and go nowhere," he said.

There was a trace of pride in her eyes. She still pretended to worry.

"You should still check on her. What if she's really sick?"

He snorted coldly and replied, "She's definitely pretending. She's played tricks many times to get attention. Today is such an important day for your surgery. It's bad enough that she didn't show up. She pretended to be sick to trick me away. I won't forgive her easily this time."

Yvette was finally relieved after hearing his promise.

"I'm going to prepare for surgery. I asked the servants to prepare food for you. I'll supervise your meals every day if I wake up safely," she said.

Her pitiful expression instantly turned vicious after my brother left.

The lackey asked with confusion, "Yvette, why does he hate Wendy so much?"

Yvette sneered and replied, "I'm the sister my brother loves most. Wendy is nothing compared to me."

Her face twisted with cruelty when she mentioned me.

"That tramp was loved more by the family since childhood. Luckily, I tampered with the brakes and caused our parents' death so my brother would hate her. Otherwise, I'd still have to fight her for his affection.

"I never meant to kill our parents. I only wanted Wendy to die. Who knew they would protect her?" she mumbled.

I trembled with rage after hearing everything in midair.

"What did you say? You were the one who killed our parents? No wonder the brakes failed for no reason. It was you!" I yelled.

I rushed down in fury and swung my fist at Yvette, but I could not touch her at all.

I rushed in front of my brother and screamed at him.

"Joseph, Yvette is the real murderer of our parents. Stop being fooled by her!"

However, he heard nothing. He only spoke to his assistant.

"My phone is not allowed to be turned on before Yvette's surgery ends. No matter how serious the matter is, cancel it for me," he ordered.

I curled up in the corner, filled with despair.

I wondered that if Joseph had learned that the sister he loved most was actually the one he should hate, would he be filled with regret for everything he did to me.

The doctor who removed my heart hurried to the operating room at that moment.

"Boss, the donor's family turned their phones off. We can't reach them at all," he said.

My brother thought for a moment and told the doctor, "Keep trying to contact the family. Put the donor's body in the morgue for now. She saved my sister. I'll personally arrange a grand funeral for her after Yvette passes the danger stage."

The doctor nodded and had the nurses push my body to the morgue.

Two nurses pushed my body along the hallway. They passed by the operating room of Yvette on the way.

I watched helplessly as my body passed in front of my brother. His attention was fixed on the operating room. He did not look in my direction at all.

"Joseph, that's me. Look at me just once. I'm right there!" I cried and shouted at him.

It was unfortunate that he could not hear a word.

"Is the family still unreachable? The donor's last name is Sinclair. She has the same last name as the Boss. They can't be related, right?" a nurse asked.

"How could that be possible? Don't speak of such nonsense. Look at the operating room light. The sister of the Boss is inside there. He only has one sister, and she's the one he loves the most. He has no other relatives!" a nurse replied.

I watched as my body was pushed further away. I heard the conversation of the nurses clearly.

'Right. I'll never be someone my brother will miss. He won't care even if he knew I had died," I thought.

Too much disappointment had piled up. Only resentment remained in my heart.

Joseph seemed to remember something.

He ordered his assistant sternly, "Kick Wendy out of the hospital. Her staying here is a waste of medical resources. Put her on the hospital blacklist. She's not allowed to enter any private hospital under the Sinclair Enterprise again!"

His assistant looked troubled. "Boss, that may not be the right decision. Wendy is still your sister, after all."

My brother snorted coldly.

"What's wrong with it? I want to teach her a lesson! She relied on being my sister to act without restraint. She'll become more uncontrollable if I don't punish her this time!" he exclaimed.

I thought my heart had gone numb, but pain still spread through it when I heard his words.

My respiratory failure had always been treated at the private hospitals owned by Sinclair Enterprise. He would know if he cared to check.

Every treatment cost a huge amount of money. Losing the chance to receive treatment meant death for me.

I would have died in despair when the next illness struck and I was thrown out of the hospital, if I was still alive.

For the first time, I felt glad that I had died.

I wondered if my brother would regret his decision after learning the truth.

Joseph continued to wait anxiously for the surgery results after sending the assistant away.

The nanny who took care of me arrived at the operating room at that moment. She was panting.

She grabbed his sleeve and begged, "Sir, have you seen Miss Wendy? The doctor said she entered the operating room, but I can't find her anywhere!"

Joseph looked furious. He shook off her hand and replied, "Wendy is perfectly fine. You were fooled by her tricks. She isn't sick at all!"

The nanny wanted to say something, but the operating room doors suddenly opened.

Joseph rushed forward eagerly.

"The surgery was a success. The patient will be transferred to the ICU for twenty-four hours of observation," the doctor said.

Joseph was extremely happy after confirming that her surgery was successful and her condition was stable. He no longer cared about my deceivement.

He immediately turned on his phone and opened a shopping app to buy gifts that Yvette liked.

"When Yvette wakes up, I'll give her her favourite gifts. The necklace she liked last time and the watch. I'll buy all of them for her!"

While my brother was happily choosing gifts, an unknown phone number called in.

He accidentally pressed the answer button. He was about to hang up but there was a voice of a man that came from the other end.

"Are you a family member of Wendy Sinclair? The patient donated her organ, and her body is still in our hospital. Please come over to handle the family arrangements," he said.