After My Death, My Resentful Brother Finally Regrets
Language: en
Six months after my death, Mom’s leukemia relapsed. My brother, Liam, came to my apartment, demanding I donate bone marrow to her. My landlady, Martha, told him, “Chloe’s already dead.” Liam scoffed, a sneer twisting his lips. “Chloe Kingston, always so dramatic! Always pulling stunts for attention. She’s just rotten to the core, nothing like Serena. You tell her to stop playing games and go donate bone marrow to Mom, or I’ll make her regret it!” Martha, her hair a wispy white, flared up in anger. She grabbed a broom and chased Liam out. “I told you, Chloe’s dead! You, her family,…