Reborn：My Sister Demanded the Heart of a Murderer

The sky was blue and it was breezy.

Sue and July got into the car first.

Dad wanted to help me get into the back seat.

The passenger door suddenly swung open.

It was so forceful that it hit my dad's head.

His head started bleeding instantly.

Sue was half lying on the chair, crossing her legs and chewing gum.

She sat up excitedly when she saw the blood, but still looked disdainful.

"I say, old man, there's not enough room in here for the bitch, let her walk back."

Sue always called him that earlier.

It was just behind his back.

My dad was dumbfounded to hear that.

He couldn't believe what came out of this 20-year-old girl's mouth.

He pointed at Sue and trembled with anger.

July thought it was me who got knocked and didn't move.

When she realized it was my dad, she quickly get off the car.

When she saw his face was covered in blood, she turned around, ready to scold Sue.

But the passenger door slammed shut.

Sue grinned and moved to the driver's seat.

The accelerator was stepped all the way down, and the car sped away.

They both looked at the car speeding away.

They opened their mouths, but no words came out.

Who could blame them?

Sue hadn't even passed the driving test.

I was impressed.

The heart suited her quite well.

July was worried about Sue, but she couldn't abandon my father who was bleeding profusely.

She hesitated for a moment, then decided to help my dad back to the hospital.

"I'll leave my dad to you then. My classmate will come to pick me up later. I won't come with you."

I watched as the two of them walked away.

I hailed a taxi and went straight to my friend's house.

After having a heart transplant in my previous life, I found it difficult to control my emotions.

I was living in hiding.

Later, I had a high fever and had no choice but to go to the hospital.

After I stabbed the nurse that day, the matter was never resolved.

But after I went back, there was always a voice whispering over and over in my mind.

It told me over and over again, that this was not right.

No one understood my torment.

How torturous it was, when one's brain and one's heart were at odds with each other.

Fortunately, my friend Daisy, a psychological counselor, was there to guide and comfort me.