The Nanny's Daughter Called Me a Plagiarizing Dog, So I Went on a Rampage

I was hailed as a genius painter, but then I was exposed for using a ghost artist. The nanny's daughter wept in front of the cameras. "I don't want all my hard work to be credited to her until the day I die!" The nanny, whom I had regarded as family since childhood, looked helpless. "I really had no choice. My daughter's kidney disease has become very serious..." "She doesn't want to leave this world with regrets, so I had no choice but to expose the truth to everyone." Fabricated evidence nailed me to the pillar of shame. Even my painter mother's grave was piled with trash. I spent my days trying to prove my innocence, then, dazed and exhausted, died in a car crash. Seeing their hideous smiles, I opened my eyes again. I had been reborn.