After I Die, They Will No Longer Say That They Love Fake Daughters.

When I discovered the fire in my room, I immediately called my boyfriend, who is the fire chief. But he cut off my phone call for the sake of pretending to be a daughter. In order to save myself, I jumped from the third floor. After luckily surviving, I was taken to a nearby private hospital. My brother, who was the only one who could perform surgery on me, refused to treat me. When he was dying, his father, the hospital director, appeared. I thought he was here to save me, but instead he had my blood drained. After I died in despair, the three of them collapsed.