My Daughter Wants to Be Born into a Rich Family

Summary

On my deathbed, I gathered the last of my strength to lift a glass of water, my hand trembling violently.

But my daughter slapped it away, sending water splashing across the sheets.

“What’s the point of drinking? You’ll just live a few more days. Aren’t you tired of this?”

“If you’re going to die, just get it over with. I’m waiting to collect the sympathy cash!”

Tears streamed down my weathered face. “Why?” I finally choked out. “Why are you doing this to me?”

She rolled her eyes, slowly pacing over to my bed. She leaned in close, her voice a cruel whisper.