After the Real Heiress Died, Both Sets of Parents Were Consumed by Regret

I was the real heiress of a wealthy family, but just after my biological parents brought me home, they went bankrupt. I didn’t say a word. I quietly took on two more jobs, going from three to five. I sent money to my adoptive parents to save up for their medical expenses, while also paying off my biological parents’ debts. I worked from dawn to midnight and slept only four hours a day. When I was hungry, I ate nothing but steamed buns and pickled vegetables. Eventually, my body gave out and I collapsed. At the hospital, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. I went to borrow money from my adoptive parents, but they drove me out in disgust. “We don’t want a daughter who’s greedy for wealth.” I wandered around, feeling dejected, and saw my bankrupt, debt-ridden biological parents dressed to the nines, celebrating the fake heiress’s birthday with jewels and finery. In that moment, I understood. Why did I need a pair of parents at all?