The Nanny's Daughter Scolded Me for Plagiarizing the Dog, and I Went Crazy.

I was hailed as a genius painter, but it was revealed that I was a ghostwriter. The nanny's daughter cried in front of the camera, "I don't want my hard work to be named after her until my death!" The nanny, who I have regarded as a relative since I was a child, looked helpless, "I really have no choice, my daughter has urinary disease. It's very serious..." "The child didn't want to be full of regrets before leaving, so I had no choice but to reveal everything to everyone." The forged evidence condemned me to death on the Pillar of Shame. Even the grave of my mother, who was a painter, was piled with garbage. I was busy proving myself all day long and died in a car accident in a daze and fatigue. Looking at their ferocious smiles and opening my eyes again, I was reborn.