After I Died, They Never Said They Loved the Fake Heiress Again

When I discovered that the room was on fire, I immediately called my boyfriend, who was a fire station captain. But he hung up on me to help the fake heiress. To save myself, I leapt from the third floor. After miraculously surviving, I was taken to a nearby private hospital. My brother, the only person who could operate on me, refused to treat me. As I lay dying, my father, the hospital director, finally appeared. I thought he'd come to save me, but instead, he ordered his staff to drain all my blood. After I died in despair, the three of them fell apart.