After I Died, Mom Went Mad After Choosing to Save My Little Brother

My younger brother and I were in a car accident.

My heart was ruptured, and I needed emergency surgery.

But Mom, who was the hospital director, summoned all the doctors to my brother’s room to give him a full examination, even though he had only suffered a few minor scrapes.

I begged Mom to save me, but she yelled impatiently, “Can you pick a better time to fight for attention? Do you know your brother nearly broke a bone?”

In the end, I died in a corner where no one found me.

But when Mom learned I was dead, the woman who hated me most went mad.