Reborn After Raising My Younger Brother for 18 Years, This Time I Choose to Raise Only Myself

On the day I died, the only sound in the hospital room was the heart monitor beeping. I had late-stage stomach cancer and weighed just 67 jin. The nurse checked my emergency contact three times. There was one number: Cheng Yue. Relationship: younger brother. The call connected after eight rings. "Sis, I'm in a meeting. Make it quick." I opened my mouth, but it felt as if my throat were clogged with rust. "Yueyue, I... I don't think I'm going to make it." There was silence on the other end for two seconds. "Which hospital? I'll ask my assistant to check." Ask my assistant to check. I raised him for 18 years. From the time I was 16 until I was 34. I paid for his education, sent him to graduate school, bought him suits and a nice car, and helped him marry a woman from a good family...