Dying to Please Them

Under the Doctor's Compassionate Gaze, I Swallowed the Pain-Blocking Medication

I had 3 days left until my death.

After taking the medication, I went to Laura's hospital room. Inside, Dad was peeling an orange for Laura while Mom chatted with her. When they saw me enter, the smiles on my parents' faces instantly turned cold.

"What now? Can't keep up the act of being sick anymore and planning to pick on Laura again? Flora, I'm telling you, as long as we're here, don't even think about bullying Laura!" Dad looked at me, his voice ice-cold.

"Our family has always had strict upbringing. I don't know where you learned to be so bad, being jealous of Laura and even stealing her chemotherapy opportunity."

"I should never have given birth to you in the first place!" Mom pointed at me, scolding.

In a corner where my parents couldn't see, Laura smiled at me, her eyes full of provocation.

I lowered my gaze. I had heard these words from my parents countless times before. In the past, I would have definitely argued with them and publicly exposed Laura's facade, even though my parents never believed a single word I said. But now I was tired, truly didn't want to fight anymore.

"But it's good that you're here. I have something I want to discuss with you," Dad said then.

I smiled slightly. "Dad, I also have something to tell you."

"Doesn't Laura want my business and company? I've thought it over—give it all to her!"

Dad was stunned for a moment, and Mom looked at me with some surprise.

"How did you know I was going to talk to you about this today? You're agreeing?"

I tugged at the corner of my mouth lightly. No wonder they were surprised and repeatedly confirming. Laura had wanted my business and company for a long time. To make me give all my hard-earned achievements to Laura, my parents had said every good and bad word possible, but I had never relented. However, now that I was going to die, these things had become meaningless.

Seeing that I looked serious, Mom finally smiled with relief and stepped forward to pat my head.

"You've finally come to your senses!"

"Laura has always been more outstanding than you since school. Although she's sick now, her financial management abilities are stronger than yours."

"We're very relieved that you're handing over your business and company to her."

I tugged at the corner of my mouth lightly and handed the transfer agreement to Laura. After my parents saw Laura sign it, they happily held my hand and kept saying "good child."

A faint irony arose in my heart. How ridiculous—only when I yielded to Laura would Mom show me a smile. But I was also curious: if Mom discovered Laura's true face and found out after my death, would she and Dad regret it?

In the evening, I returned home to see my husband Patrick and daughter Anna cooking in the kitchen. Perhaps because I was in the terminal stage of cancer, I closed the door more gently. The father and daughter were laughing and cooking as if they hadn't heard anything.

Patrick served the dish and turned to see me. The smile on his face froze for a moment before returning to normal.

"Flora, when did you come back? Why didn't we hear anything?"

I quietly looked at the dish in Patrick's hands, Laura's favorite. Judging by its appearance, it had the standard of a professional chef.

How ironic—I was about to die before I learned that Patrick, who had lived with me for 5 years, could cook. In the past, he would always complain about my cooking, and under Patrick's "influence," Anna gradually began to dislike me too.

I had worried and worked hard for this family, but in the end, I gained not an ounce of respect. In the past, I might have already started having a hysterical breakdown. But now I just calmly walked around them and sat on the sofa, organizing the things in my bag.

Seeing my silence, Patrick paused in place, put the dish on the table, and walked over.

"Flora, today I have something I want to discuss with you."

Patrick somewhat unnaturally touched his nose, hesitated for a moment, but still spoke:

"It's about your sister Laura."

My heart sank, and a bad thought suddenly surged up. The next second, Patrick's words left me stunned in place:

"After Laura finished her cancer chemotherapy, her emotions have been very low, so your parents want me to marry Laura. Perhaps this way things might get better."