After My Death, My Brother Who Always Hated Me Went Insane
Language: en
My brother always hated me. He once told me to my face that he wished I would just die. So I granted his wish and got stomach cancer. But he regretted it. I still died anyway. With a smile on my face, right in front of him. 1 Jake's call came just as I arrived home. The diagnosis report in my bag was already crumpled into a ball. He never used to call me on his own initiative before. "It was Dad's birthday two days ago," he said, his voice cold as ice. As always. "Why didn't you come back..." "Because I didn't want to," I cut him off. "You went back, didn't you? That's…