Chapter 1 She Will Die It was a scorching summer day. Ang Kins wiped away her sweat, poured the


    chicken soup into a thermos, covered it, and made her way to Mercy Hospital. As she reached the


    entrance of the ward, she overheard a conversation between a mother and daughter inside. “Mom, how


    did I get this illness? If I can’t find a kidney donor soon, I will die. What should I do?” It was her adopted


    sister, Fanny Kins. She was holding the examination report in her hand and burst into uncontroble


    tears. Their mother Scarlet Square, trying to console her, panicked and said, “Joseph is a doctor. He


    will pay more attention and find a kidney donor for you soon.”


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    The Joseph Scarlet mentioned was one of Ang’s brothers. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to wait that


    long, Mom. I’m still young, I have children to raise, and I haven’t properly taken care of you yet, I…”


    Fanny hesitated, but her meaning was clear—she didn’t want to die. After enduring so much hardship,


    there are still good days ahead. How could I die now? She’s having such a serious illness but still


    thinking about filial piety, even more so than my real daughter Ang, thought Scarlet. She felt


    heartbroken. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and her eyes lit up. “Right, Ang has gastric cancer


    anyway, and she is terminally ill. Why not have her donate her kidney? That way, she can finally do


    something for the family.” Fanny got the answer she wanted but still pretended to worry. “But she won’t


    agree, and it won’t be easy to exin to the brothers.” Scarlet held Fanny’s hand and reassured her,


    “Just focus on the surgery. Your brothers love you so much, so they won’t object. As for Ang, I have


    a n.” Standing at the door, Ang heard the conversation inside and felt as if she had been plunged


    into an icy cave. Over the years, as the neer to this family, she had tried hard to please them,


    working tirelessly in the family, ying the role of a sycophant to the fullest. But all she received in


    return was this. When she was ten years old, the Kins Family discovered that she and Fanny were


    switched at birth, so they took her back from the vige. Everyone thought her good days were about to


    begin, and she believed so, too.


    However, due to the difference in environment, it was difficult for her to integrate into this family. Ang


    became cautious and worked hard to please every member of the family. Although she didn’t gain their


    recognition, because of her sycophantic nature, she managed to maintain a rtively ‘harmonious’


    rtionship with the family members. Ang had four older brothers, all of whom were outstanding and


    doted on their younger sister. However, the one being doted on was not Ang but the adopted girl,


    Fanny. Whenever there’s a fight between Fanny and Ang and the former began crying, the entire


    family med Ang and demanded an apology from her, even though it wasn’t her fault in most


    cases. If Fanny made a mistake, it was all Ang’s fault. If Fanny bumped into something, it was all


    Ang’s doing… Sometimes, Ang even thought that Fanny was the true family member, while she


    was just an outsider. The Kins Family was one of the first to venture into business in the neighborhood,


    so their financial situation was quite good.


    However, as more and more people entered the business world, the family faced financial difficulties. It


    was Ang who worked day and night to solve the financial crisis just to please her family. She


    exhausted herself and even fell ill, but instead of receiving their sympathy, they wished to take her life.


    Angughed bitterly. She should have realized long ago that no matter how hard she tried over the


    years, she could never gain their care, not even a little bit. Her stomach ached, and Ang’s hand


    trembled, causing the thermos bottle in her hand to fall to the ground, interrupting the conversation


    between the mother and daughter inside. Footsteps came from inside, and Ang quickly turned and


    ran away, but due to the intensifying pain, she couldn’t run fast. Scarlet soon caught up with her at the


    stairwell. Seeing Ang in unbearable pain, she remained indifferent and said something that was


    indeed hurtful. “Ang, listen to me. You don’t have any attachments or worries. You have been


    diagnosed with gastric cancer, and your life ising to an end. But Fanny is different. She has a


    family and children. You can’t be so heartless and let her die!” Angughed, tears streaming down


    her face. Her heart shattered into pieces. The woman would ask her own daughter to sacrifice herself


    for her foster daughter. The doctor said I have discovered it early, and with proper treatment, a


    complete cure is certain, but my own mother wished for my death. And she’s even iming I’m


    heartless! How ridiculous! Fanny took everything that originally belonged to me. First, she took my


    parents’ and four brothers’ love, then she seized my fiancé and, together with one of my brother


    Christopher, took away my shares in thepany. Now, they wouldn’t even spare my life. Seeing


    Ang remain silent, Scarlet reached out and grabbed her hand. Ang, still filled with anger,


    struggled forcefully but unexpectedly lost her bnce and tumbled down the stairs.


    Everything spun, and Ang crashed into the corner of the wall, spitting out blood and gradually losing


    consciousness. Scarlet quickly rushed down, her face turning pale with fright. But in the next moment,


    Scarlet’s words struck Ang’s heart harder than the physical pain. Scarlet’s eyes darkened. “Falling


    down from such a high staircase, wouldn’t it affect the quality of her kidneys? With so much blood


    being vomited, she probably won’t survive. That’s good, though. Fanny’s illness can be saved.” Hearing


    these words, Ang stared at Scarlet with wide-open eyes, her hatred and unwillingness making it


    impossible for her to rest in peace, even in death. … When Ang opened her eyes again, she felt


    groggy and struggled for a while before finally seeing the scene in front of her clearly.


    The mottled gray wall was adorned with a red cross, and there was a slightly old table next to the bed.


    A strong smell of medicine wafted into her nostrils, making her already throbbing head even heavier


    and dizzier. Didn’t I fall from the stairs and died? Why am I in the hospital? The red-painted wooden


    door was forcefully pushed open, causing the dust on the wall to fall continuously. Then, a group of


    people stormed in. One of them was her father, George. He nced at Ang and questioned,


    “Ang, why did you let those bullies harm Fanny? Didn’t you know that your actions could have


    endangered her life?”