Chapter 1

My sister-in-law gave birth to twins, kept the boy, and abandoned the girl.

I couldn't bear it and helped raise my niece.

As an adult, my niece coveted my property, staged an accident, and killed me.

Reborn, I'm only living for myself. Their kids, their problem.

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The moment I opened my eyes, I was back on the day my sister-in-law gave birth.

When she heard it was twins, my mother, Eleanor, was desperate for two grandsons and prayed non-stop in the hospital corridor.

My brother, Mark, sat in a chair with his legs crossed, engrossed in a game on his phone, completely unconcerned.

The doctor emerged, offering congratulations. A perfect family, he said, a boy and a girl, just like us – an older sister and a younger brother.

Eleanor's face fell instantly. She turned to glance at me, snapping sarcastically, "What good is an older sister if she doesn't help the family or her brother? Utterly selfish."

I sneered inwardly. Here we go again with the guilt-tripping. Not this time. I had no morals to bind.

She could say whatever she wanted.

Mark's joy at becoming a father didn't even last five minutes before the constantly crying baby gave him a headache. His face was a mask of impatience.

Bethany, my sister-in-law, lay in the hospital bed, neglected and disappointed, groaning in pain. At the end, she cast a resentful look my way.

I turned my back, ignoring her.

Your own parents ignore you, your husband doesn't care for you, and you don't resent *them*? But you resent *me*?

"Mom, Bethany's safe, but I have to go. I need to get back to the office for overtime."

I picked up my bag to leave, but Eleanor grabbed me.

"Your brother had a baby, the family name is secure! As an older sister, don't you think you should show some support?"

I snorted a laugh, counting on my fingers for them.

"Since Bethany got pregnant, what single expense haven't I covered? I even paid for her prenatal checkups and the delivery! What more do you want me to 'show'? I might as well be the husband!"

Eleanor hadn't expected me to act so out of character, no longer obedient. She was speechless.

Seeing his plan for money foiled, Mark angrily shouted,

"How dare you talk to Mom like that? What's with your attitude!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mom. My attitude is bad. I've always spoken to you humbly. Unlike Mark, who curses and yells all the time."

Clearing my throat, I clapped my hands, as if making a firm decision. "From now on, I'll learn from Mark. I'll only look out for myself in life and at work, and I won't spend a dime."

Mark's face flushed crimson at my sarcasm. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to hit me.

I quickly backed away, dodging his fist.

Doctors and nurses heard the commotion and intervened, making Mark back down.

I checked the time, eager to return to work.

In this world, only the money you earn yourself brings true peace of mind.

Eleanor blocked my way again, clearly not giving up until she got what she wanted.

I didn't have time for her long-winded lectures. I pulled out a pre-prepared envelope from my bag, handed it to her, and finally managed to escape.

Behind me, Mark was still rambling, calling me heartless and ungrateful.

I couldn't be bothered. If I were truly heartless, I wouldn't have ended up so tragically in my previous life.

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