Fatal Exchange, Fatal Crisis

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the day when we had to choose the patients in the nursing home.

This time, my sister didn’t hesitate and chose to care for the paralyzed old man.

She couldn’t help but feel secretly pleased:

“The villa will be mine this time! Finally, wealth and fortune have come my way.”

I chuckled.

Oh, my sister.

Do you think that villa is so easy to inherit?

But since you’re so eager to jump into the fire pit, I won’t stop you.