Reborn：My Sister Demanded the Heart of a Murderer

The sun was blinding.

I was woken up by the noise of construction downstairs.

The nurse came in to give me an injection.

She said everything was fine with Sue.

Our parents were in her room.

I smiled and said nothing.

I was used to it anyway.

Maybe she was an intern, because she didn't get the needle into the vein for the third time.

The young nurse's face turned pale and she apologized to me while wiping the sweat off her face.

"It's okay, just take your time."

I was shocked by the soothing words I said subconsciously.

My mind came back to my previous life.

I went to the clinic that day because I had a fever.

The nurse was clumsy, so I stuck the needle into her hand.

Right now, the inner peace made me feel so happy.

Just then, there was a sudden sound of hurried rolling wheels and a flurry of discussions outside the door.

"Have you heard? The girl in room 302 almost strangled her mother to death."

"The one who just had a heart transplant?"

"Yes, as soon as she opened her eyes, she thought the construction downstairs was too noisy, so she pulled out all the tubes on her body, ready to go downstairs to kill them. When her mother tried to stop her, she..."

"She was such a delicate girl, how did she become so violent?"

...

Looked like the evil heart made my sister a lot bolder.

My stepmother always compared herself to my deceased mother.

She couldn't stand Sue losing to me in any way.

Sue had been under her control for so many years.

Now that she had a heart transplant, July's words triggered a fury.

...

My stepmother was fine, except that her neck was blue for several days.

Seeing that both of us had recovered well, Dr. Johnson said we could go home, only to come back to remove the stitches in two months.

When we were leaving, Sue's headphone wire got tangled.

With a gloomy face, she pulled it hard.

The wire broke.

She threw it into the trash can with a satisfied look on her face.

My stepmother was folding clothes when she saw that, which stopped her.

My dad thought she was about to lose her temper, so he tried to calm her down.

"She's sick and is having a bad temper. Dr. Johnson says it'll improve."

My stepmother stared at me as I was quietly packing my clothes, and her voice was very soft.

"I hope so."

She was not getting mad.

In her eyes, there was clearly a hint of... fear.