I guess it was because I ate too much, but I couldn’t control myself and coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.
The viewer count quickly soared past 100,000.
The comments were filled with concerned messages.
It seems there
still people in this world who care about me.
I was happy. With high viewership like this, I could make it to the top rankings and get the bonus. Then I could myself.
Just as
Twa
For a moment, I thought I had a
about to speak, a hard slap landed on my face.
ascended to heaven.
After all, I wa
seeing stars.
funeral for
“She’s just faking the blood to get more views,” Lucas’s voice rang out.
I turned to look at him. His face was cold and indifferent, while my brother Jack stood beside him, glaring at me angrily.
He was the one who had slapped me.
“That’s right, don’t believe her. Go follow Tiffany instead. She doesn’t fake things like this.”
How ridiculous. I’m coughing up blood, and they’re still promoting Tiffany.
“I’m not faking it,” I said, trying hard to speak through the stabbing pain in my stomach.
But by now, the tone of the comments had completely changed. The viewers who had been concerned for me just moments ago were now
hurling insults.
[Damn it, I really thought she was sick.]
[She’s so disgusting. Let’s go watch Tiffany’s stream instead.]
[Yeah, everyone go like Tiffany’s stream!]
Soon, my viewer count dropped by more than half.
Then my stream was shut down.
Someone had reported me for fraud.
I wouldn’t be getting the bonus today.
My dream of arranging a nice funeral for myself was shattered.
“Hurry up and clean that blood off you. It’s disgusting to look at!” my brother Jack said, looking at me with revulsion.
Of course, Lucas wouldn’t show any concern for me either.
Because in their eyes, I was just faking the blood.
“Ruby, Tiffany’s mom is sick. She needs this bonus money more than you do. Don’t blame us for being harsh today when you’re trying to compete with her, Lucas said, his voice cold as ice.
Who would have thought that this was the boyfriend who had been with me for five years?
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The one who used to constantly profess his love and promise to marry me.
Now he was speaking up for my so–called best friend.
After they left, I coughed up another mouthful of blood.
The white floor tiles were covered in bright red blood.
Suddenly, I remembered what the doctor had told me two months ago.
“Don’t you have any family members?” he had asked.
“They’re all dead to me, I had replied nonchalantly, sucking on a lollipop as I looked at the doctor.
He seemed taken aback.
He wasn’t the first person to react that way.
Every time, people thought I was joking.
But in my heart, my family and friends might as well be dead.
My best friend had hooked up with my boyfriend in my own room.
Then she hooked up with my brother.
After that, she told them that I had nearly gotten her killed to win a streaming bonus.
They all believed her and felt sorry for her.
Even my mom thought she was more suitable to be her daughter.
Because she was considerate and thoughtful.
While I was useless at everything and had even caused my dad’s death years ago.
Everyone hated me, so I might as well consider them dead.
I was sick, and I didn’t want to bother them.
“You have stomach cancer. You have six months at most,” the doctor had said gravely.
“But there’s still hope if you start treatment aggressively.”
I bit down on the lollipop, crushing it.
At that moment, my mom sent me a message on Snapchat.
[Today is the anniversary of your father’s death. I don’t want to see you. Don’t come home.]
I couldn’t help but laugh. I’ve always been a sinful person.
Might as well just die then.
Later, Tiffany somehow found out about my illness.
It was my birthday. She came to my room, smiling viciously.
“You have cancer, don’t you? Were you planning to tell them? Just watch, I’ll make everyone hate you!”
Then, during dinner, she told everyone she had seen me hiring someone to forge a stomach cancer diagnosis.
She showed them the forged document.
My mom, brother, and Lucas all believed her.
