After My Tragic Death, My Whole Family Regretted It

My older sister, the family’s cherished darling, suffered from a rare blood disorder, and her treatment cost tens of thousands a month. To cure her, I donated blood every so often and worked day and night delivering takeout. Later, my sister hemorrhaged while getting an abortion, and my boyfriend personally pushed me onto the operating table. That was when I learned she had been carrying his child all along. “You were always Xixi’s blood bank. At least you’ll have died for something by helping her.” They left me behind on the operating table, where I died from blood loss. But when my life truly ended, the people who had all wished me dead went mad.