After I died, my brother went crazy

Summary

My brother hated my guts. He was convinced I was the one who killed our parents.

That's why he sent me to work on a construction site, and never looked back.

Later, when I had an accident and was on the brink of death, I called him for help.

He just snarled into the phone, "Don't call me your brother. We have nothing to do with each other. Even if you die, it means nothing to me!"

After I died, my brother personally transplanted my heart into the new sister he adopted.

And later, when my bo