Blurb：
I was bound to a Sickness and Transmigration system, waking up as Emily Sterling—the true daughter everyone despised. In this wealthy Sterling family, Sophia, the cherished fake daughter, reigned supreme. My three brothers—Michael Sterling, Damien Sterling, and the third—constantly belittled me, fearing I’d threaten their beloved adopted sister. My biological parents poured all affection onto Sophia, ignoring my quiet longing for family. They mistook it for jealousy. Now, with stomach cancer creeping in, I navigate their cruelty. When Damien threw curry at me, I swallowed the insult along with a piece of fish, remembering my past death from stage four stomach cancer. The system brought me here to save Emily Sterling, but this family might break before I do. Discover a tale of transmigration, sickness, and secrets in the Sterling mansion.
Content：
I was bound to a Sickness and Transmigration system.
I woke up in the body of Emily Sterling, the true daughter of a wealthy family—the one everyone looked down upon.
Everyone adored the carefully cherished fake daughter who had been with the family for sixteen years.
My three older brothers, afraid I might take anything that belonged to their beloved adopted sister, mocked and belittled me at every turn.
My biological parents, worried my presence would hurt their precious girl, poured all their affection and compensation onto her instead.
None of them ever stopped to consider how I might feel.
They mistook my quiet longing for family as a threat—as petty jealousy.
Later, I was dying.
It was then that my second brother found the diary hidden beneath my pillow.
They completely broke down.
I was bound to a system that transmigrated me into a sickly body.
I woke up as the real daughter, Emily Sterling, who had been brought back to the wealthy Sterling family six months ago.
On my first day here,
I was drenched by a plate of food thrown right at my face.
Hot, freshly made curry sauce dripped from my cheek down to my neck, and pieces of fish rolled off my clothes onto the floor.
It stung.
I stared blankly at the boy in front of me.
There wasn’t a trace of emotion in my dark eyes.
Everyone else was startled by his actions, too.
Mrs. Sterling gasped, “Damien, what on earth are you doing?!”
Damien Sterling’s face showed a flicker of regret, but his words were full of blame.
“It’s because she walks around with that dead look on her face! Didn’t you hear Sophia trying to talk to her?”
Sophia immediately put on a guilty expression.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was because of me…”
She looked at me with apologetic eyes.
“Damien didn’t mean it. Viv, can I apologize for him?”
Damien wouldn’t have it.
“Who does she think she is, to deserve an apology from you? Sophia, why do you even bother with her?!”
I gave a faint, cold smile.
I really wanted to know—what did they think the original Emily was worth?
I looked at Sophia, surrounded by her three brothers, wearing a pristine white dress, her hair perfectly styled.
And then there was me, stained yellow with curry, reeking of food without even having to look down.
Sophia.
The family’s treasured jewel.
That name was never meant to be hers.
I ignored Sophia.
I picked up the one remaining piece of fish that had landed on my lap, mixed it with the leftover sauce on my lips, and swallowed.
It didn’t taste like what I remembered.
I got up to leave.
“I’m full. I’ll go back to my room now. Thank you.”
As I turned, I met the worried gaze of the housekeeper, Maria. I gave her a faint smile.
The dining table fell into an awkward silence.
Mr. and Mrs. Sterling looked displeased.
The oldest brother, Michael Sterling, said sternly, “Damien, you went too far this time. Emily didn’t do anything.”
In my original world, I was already dead.
Stage four stomach cancer. Died at eighteen.
I died from the pain.
All alone.
Not a single person by my side.
Besides that one piece of fish just now, I hadn’t eaten real food in almost three months.
Maybe the system took pity on me and brought me to this world.
This body also has stomach cancer.
But it hasn’t reached the terminal stage yet.
The system told me the original girl took sleeping pills and ended her life today.
Frequent stomach pains and coughing up blood made her realize something was wrong.
But she was too afraid to speak up—too scared to trouble the Sterlings.
Too scared to make her family hate her even more.
So she chose to leave this world quietly.
How foolish. The Sterlings are rich—with treatment, she might have had a chance.
This family is a joke.
They didn’t even notice their own daughter was sick after having her back for half a year.
“Why did I come here?”
A girl who suffered just like me.
Also an orphan since childhood.
Also had stomach cancer.
Maybe she was a little luckier than me.
She was found by her biological parents at sixteen.
Or maybe she was even more unfortunate.
She never got to feel a single ounce of unconditional love before she became an angel.
The system stayed silent.
“My arrival seems to have made the symptoms worse?”
Feeling the blood in my throat, I asked the system.
The system replied, “Yes. Same as your original condition. You might not make it past eighteen.”
“But with treatment—”
I cut it off flatly. “I’m not treating it.”
Whatever. Sooner or later, it’s all the same. Besides, I don’t want to live.
The pain hit in the middle of the night, a familiar, grinding ache deep in my gut that left me curled tight, sweat beading on my forehead.
It was just like before—the endless, wakeful nights of my past life.
There was nothing in my room. Parched and restless, I slipped out into the darkened hallway and felt my way downstairs to get water.
But I ran into my second brother, Daniel Sterling, in the living room.
Daniel was a professional gamer. Two or three AM was a normal hour for him.
He noticed me immediately, his expression hardening in the dim light.
Daniel was the quiet one in the Sterling family.
In the six months since the real Emily had returned, he’d never once given her a kind look.
I ignored him. Probably my mere existence annoyed him.
Hunching slightly against the pain, I made my way to the kitchen.
I didn’t realize Daniel was startled by how I looked.
Under the soft glow of the night light in the living room,
He clearly saw I was covered in sweat from pain, my lips pale.
Apart from the burned red marks on my cheek, my skin was a frightening, frighteningly white.
I was used to my own pain-contorted face, so I didn’t give it a secong thought.
Leaning against the cool marble of the sink to catch my breath, the familiar metallic taste surged up my throat—I was vomiting blood.
“Guh—”
The violent heaving brought involuntary tears to my eyes.
There was a sound at the kitchen entrance. Daniel had followed me in.
I quickly twisted the faucet, washing the blood down the drain, then cupped my hands under the stream to drink directly from the tap. The cold water was a shock.
Then I heard Daniel say in a low voice, “If you want water, drink warm water. The cold water will upset your stomach.”
I murmured a non-committal “Mm,” keeping my head down as I tried to slip past him.
The original Emily had barely spoken to this brother. I didn’t want any entanglement with this family either.
But Daniel grabbed my wrist.
I turned to look at him, voice hoarse. “Daniel, what is it?”
Up close, Daniel got a clearer look at the burn marring my cheek.
He was silent for a moment, then frowned. “Why haven’t you treated that burn?”
I looked at his seemingly impatient expression.
He probably thought this was just another bid for attention.
I pulled my wrist back and nodded vaguely. “Yeah, I’m going back up now.”
Because he was standing so close, Daniel reached past me and turned on the overhead light, his frown deepening as he glanced at the sink.
Even though the blood had been diluted by water,
He had sharp eyes- he still noticed faint traces of red swirling down the drain…
The next morning, I went downstairs and bumped into Damien right at the staircase.
The original host’s third brother was the one who held the most hostility toward her.
He and Sophia were close in age and the most deeply bonded.
Maybe it was because he was young—all he understood was that the sister he’d loved and protected since childhood was suddenly being replaced.
This new person was here to take everything away from Sophia.
He took all his frustration out on his biological sister.
He resented her for shattering their perfect life.
Little did he know, the original Emily was the most innocent one.
Damien glanced at the obvious burn on my face, his gaze wavering slightly.
He deliberately didn’t speak, waiting for me to greet him first.
But I didn’t even glance his way and walked straight past.
Mr. Sterling’s cold voice cut through the hall, “Aren’t you a little old to be walking around with an untreated burn? What will people think seeing you like this?”
Mr. Sterling was a traditional patriarch. He cared more about reputation than family.
He was probably just worried I’d embarrass him.
Besides, the original host had only been back six months. She couldn’t play an instrument, lacked refinement, had mediocre grades—she had no value to him.
Mrs. Sterling also looked at me with clear disapproval.
I laughed coldly to myself.
If this were Sophia, they would’ve rushed her to the hospital immediately.
But last night, not a single person had asked if the burn hurt.
If I was still hungry after barely touching my dinner.
Their favoritism was honestly ridiculous.
“There’s no first-aid kit in my room.”
The words hung in the air, leaving the Sterlings speechless.
Of course the primary bedrooms in the Sterling estate were fully stocked.
But when they brought their biological daughter home, they had placed her in a guest room.
The guest room was naturally lacking in supplies.
The original Emily had even been using the shared bathroom.
Not a single person had suggested giving her a proper room.
Mrs. Sterling looked at her daughter’s face—so similar to her own—now angry red burn, and a flicker of panic stirred within her.
If it were Sophia, the slightest scratch would have the whole family fussing.
Why was it that with Emily, she just stayed silent?
Why couldn’t she be as endearing as Sophia?
Damien stubbornly said, “You didn’t say anything. How were we supposed to know it was this bad?”
A fresh wave of pain started spreading in my upper abdomen. I couldn’t help but curl in on myself.
The metallic taste of blood rose in my throat.
I tightened my grip on my backpack straps and said hoarsely, “I’m going to school.”
Damien frowned.
Maybe it was his imagination, but Emily’s posture seemed off…
After the original Emily had been found, she’d transferred to the same private school as Damien and Sophia.
But Sophia didn’t want to share a car with her, afraid people would find out she wasn’t a real Sterling.
So the original Emily always went to school alone.
Over those six months, thanks to Sophia’s hints, she endured a lot of bullying.
But that foolish girl had borne it all silently.
Probably because she knew that even if she spoke up, no one would care.
Her family wouldn’t believe it had anything to do with Sophia.
As soon as I pulled my textbook out from my desk, I saw the fake cockroach glued to its cover.
A few girls waiting to laugh, were already smirking.
If it were the original Emily, she would’ve just taken it.
But for me, dealing with this kind of thing was routine.
I just wanted to quietly wait for death here, but if they insisted on bothering me, I wasn’t going to be a pushover.
I picked up the book with the cockroach and walked straight over to the nearest girl who’d been watching.
I slapped the book right onto her face.
Before she could scream, I dumped all the books from her desk and found the matching textbook.
The original Emily was always seen as quiet and unnoticeable one in class.
Today, with my burned cheek, a lot of classmates were already secretly watching me.
Now that the invisible girl was suddenly making a scene,
The whole class fell silent.
The girl shrieked and tried to claw at me once she recovered.
I grabbed a fistfuli of her hair and said coldly, “I’ll let what happened before slide. But don’t mess with me again.”
Then I pushed her away and went back to my seat to slump over the desk.
My stomach wasn’t finished. She raised her hand to slap me.
Suddenly, her wrist was caught by Noah Miller, the boy behind me.
His rebellious face darkened. “You’re annoying.”
The girl saw it was Noah Miller and immediately shut up.
Noah was the school’s notorious troublemaker.
His family had power and money. Nobody dared to cross him.
She went back to her seat and exchanged knowing looks with the other girls who’d been watching.
They all smiled knowingly.
The pain made it impossible to it upright. Cold sweat coated my forehead. I bit my lip hard, fighting the rising bile.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t smooth out the grimace of pain.
This wasn’t right.
It shouldn’t have progressed this quickly.
This was already mid-to-late stage symptoms.
The next moment, I was lifted clean off my feet.
The screech of the chair against the floor made the whole class turn and stare.
I struggled to get out of Noah Miller’s arms, but I had no strength. He only held me tighter.
The tall, lean boy seemed to possess boundless energy.
“Stop squirming.”
It was like if he was seeing me for the first time,
“Thought you were just a quiet little mouse who’d take anything. Guess even bunnies bite back.”
As he carried me out, Noah sighed softly,
“How are you so light?”
Before we reached the infirmary, Damien Sterling came rushing down the hall and blocked our path angrily.
Damien Sterling was fuming, his voice dripping with cold sarcasm.
“Emily, are you that desperate? Skipping class to hook up with some guy?”
“No class at all. Nothing like Sophia.”
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