My Family Fell Apart After I Died Serving as My Sister's Blood Bank

I once believed Ronald would be my salvation.

My parents always told me we were poor, and I believed them. But now, I realized that my sister and I are actually heiresses to the renowned Fall Corporation.

"Alice, be a good girl. All the family's money has gone to your sister’s treatment and education. We don’t have any extra, so you have to work hard and help pay for her medical bills."

My sister, Beatrice, was born fair-skinned and beautiful, with an extraordinary talent for music. The family adored her, treating her like a precious jewel. They gave her the only chance to attend college, sending her to the prestigious Bartin College of Music overseas, paying for her expensive education.

Meanwhile, I gave up on pursuing university, even though I scored top marks on my high school exams. I didn’t apply to any colleges. Instead, I graduated and went straight to work—washing dishes and delivering food. And every few months, I had to donate blood to Beatrice.

Now I realized, all those lies were just to make me willingly become her personal blood bank.

From childhood, I was always the forgotten one.

My parents left me in a small apartment to fend for myself.

“Your sister isn’t well—can’t you be more considerate of her?”

“Alice, you need to be obedient. Your mom and I are already exhausted from managing Beatrice’s illness.”

When Beatrice caused trouble, I was the one scolded for not taking care of her properly. When I excelled academically, they would accuse me of being unrealistic. But whenever Beatrice won a piano competition, the whole family would rush to praise her.

"Our Beatrice is so amazing! Not only is she beautiful, but she’s talented. Who knows who will be worthy of our family’s shining star?"

No matter what I did, as long as Beatrice was around, I was always in the wrong—a fool in comparison to the swan.

Growing up in such a stifling environment, I became insecure and overly sensitive.

It wasn’t until high school that I met Ronald. We were classmates.

During that time, without my parents’ protection, I was bullied and humiliated, cornered in an alley where they even tried to take indecent photos of me.

It was Ronald who rescued me, defending me in front of everyone, shielding me with his own body as he took the blows meant for me.

Everyone else mocked me and hated me. But he was different.

After we started dating, people called me names. They accused me of being promiscuous, saying I had slept with lowlifes and was now trying to seduce the rich boy, Ronald.

But I naively thought they were just joking around, completely unaware of Ronald’s true background.

“To be honest, from the beginning, it was Beatrice I liked.”

Ronald looked at me with disgust.

“When she went abroad, you were the next best thing. You reminded me a little of her, so I settled for you.”

I closed my eyes. “So, you never loved me. All this time, I was just a stand-in.”

Ronald frowned. “And what about you, Alice? You only stuck around because you were tired of being poor. You saw my wealth and thought you could marry into a wealthy family and become some rich lady. You’re no better.”

I looked at him quietly, my gaze filled with contempt, and let out a bitter laugh.

“Ronald, you once promised you’d protect me for life. You said if I didn’t have an umbrella, you’d shield me with your body. You told me anyone in the world could betray me, but not you. Never you.”

A cold pain stabbed at my heart.

When I reminded him of that promise, he froze for a moment, but his expression quickly turned scornful.

“You? Do you really think you deserve that?”

As he spoke, the anesthesia pump had already started working, leaving me with no strength to fight back.

This private hospital was owned by the Fall Corporation. There was no escape. Tears of despair rolled down my face.

He sneered. “Drop the act. Someone as selfish and vain as you wouldn’t hesitate to make a small sacrifice like giving a bit of your blood for your own benefit.”

Ronald reached out to adjust my oxygen mask but then noticed the earrings I was wearing.

They were the first piece of jewelry he ever gave me. I still remember the day he took me to a small shop just off campus to get my ears pierced. I was nervous, but he reassured me, saying, “Once you have your ears pierced, no one will see you as the quiet girl they can push around anymore.”

Afterward, he had picked a simple pair of plastic studs—two little crystal charms. He told me they were for my safety, to protect me. “These will keep you safe, Alice. So, you can stay by my side forever.”

I treasured them ever since and wore them every day.

Ronald’s expression softened slightly as his voice lowered.

“If you save Beatrice this time, I might actually care for you.”

I shook my head gently. “Ronald, after I die, scatter my ashes into the sea.”

He scoffed, letting go of me. “With modern medicine, it’s not that easy to die. Stop pretending to be pitiful.”

Then he turned and walked away, heading straight for Beatrice.