Reborn, I Refused to Be Blackmailed in the Name of Family, and Stopped Being the Family's Doormat

When I was sixteen, my father fell at a construction site and was left paralyzed. My mother cried and told me, "An older brother is like a father." I hid my admission letter from the city's No. 1 High School and shouldered the burden of supporting our family with my young shoulders. I put my three younger siblings through top universities, helped them settle down and build their lives in the city, and wore myself out in the process. At forty, I was diagnosed with terminal liver cancer. The surgery cost 500,000 yuan. My siblings said they had no money, then turned around and took their children on a trip abroad. The old family home was demolished, and our parents received three million yuan in compensation. They said, "You're going to die anyway. Don't waste the money." I vomited blood and died, only to return to the age of sixteen. Standing once again at the crossroads of fate, I looked at my mother