Reborn After the Fake Heiress Killed Me: This Time I Won't Save My Brother

In my previous life, I saved my brother Jason from kidnappers but was taken myself. Fifteen years later, my birth parents found me. Yet I never enjoyed their love, constantly framed by the fake daughter. Jason always held the impostor's hand, looking at me with disdain: "Emily will always be my only sister."

As he wished, the fake daughter caused my death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day of the kidnapping. Six-year-old Jason looked panicked: "Sister, save me quick!"

This time, I didn't rush over like before. I just coldly replied: "Brother, let's meet again in fifteen years."

1

"Quick, catch that little boy! Don't let him escape!"

Urgent shouts rang out around me. I suddenly came to my senses and found myself sitting in a go-kart. Six-year-old Jason was running and crying.

The scene before me was so familiar. I immediately realized that I had traveled back in time to when I was six, the day I was kidnapped.

Soon, the kidnapper caught Jason and walked towards a van across the street.

"Sister, save me!" Jason cried in panic.

In my previous life, seeing my brother being taken away, I rushed to save him. But he abandoned me and left on his own. I was kidnapped and began a tragic and difficult life.

"Sister, save me!" Jason's cries continued.

Without hesitation, I drove the go-kart away. Looking at Jason crying in the distance, I calmly responded:

"Brother, let's meet again in fifteen years."

2

After Jason was kidnapped, our parents were devastated. They posted missing person notices and rewards on TV and in newspapers everywhere.

Thinking back to the family I was sold to in my previous life, it took half a day just to walk to the nearest town market. Jason's fate couldn't be much better.

Although my parents were truly heartbroken now, it didn't matter. They would forget.

Just like in my previous life, when they lost me, their biological daughter, they were also devastated and felt like dying. Later, out of longing for a daughter, they even adopted a girl.

They poured all their love into that adopted daughter. They gave her the best of everything. Even when I returned, they didn't care about me. When the adopted daughter got sick and needed a kidney transplant, they even wanted mine!

So, nothing is irreplaceable. Not even parents or children.

3

Time passed quickly, and it had been almost a year since Jason disappeared.

I often said I missed my brother very much. Whenever I did, Mom would cry uncontrollably.

She couldn't help suggesting to Dad:

"Why don't we adopt a boy?"

I seemed to have guessed this would happen, so I also strongly agreed.

4

Since we were adopting a brother, of course it had to be with my approval.

My parents took me to many orphanages and looked at many boys around my age, but I wasn't satisfied with any of them.

One day, we came to another orphanage that was in a remote location with poor conditions. After searching around without finding anyone I wanted, we were about to leave.

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