Blurb：
In a heartbreaking tale of family betrayal and sacrifice, Sophia is hailed as America’s Best Sister after dedicating ten years to caring for her paralyzed sister Riley, even divorcing her husband Daniel to prioritize Riley’s needs. But when Riley wins a $10 million lottery and gives it all to her neglectful brother Brandon instead, the internet erupts in outrage. Reporter Mr. Thompson investigates, leading to a shocking hidden camera livestream that exposes Brandon’s cruel words and Sophia’s unwavering love. Witness the emotional twists as secrets unravel in this intense family drama filled with loyalty, greed, and redemption.
Content：
My parents and I had a car accident on our way to my college-move-in day.
They died instantly, and I was left paralyzed.
My brother Brandon and his wife saw me as nothing but a burden. They dumped me at my sister Sophia’s place.
I was paralyzed for a decade. Sophia took care of me every single day of those ten years.
To cover my medical bills, she juggled three jobs a day, even though her body threatened to break down from sheer exhaustion.
Her husband, Daniel, finally snapped:
If you keep looking after your sister, we’re getting a divorce!
Without hesitation, Sophia divorced Daniel on the spot.
Her selfless actions moved people across the internet, and she was dubbed America’s Best Sister.
Everyone envied me for having Sophia as my sister.
Until I won a ten-million-dollar lottery and transferred it all to Brandon.
The entire internet condemned me as ungrateful.
A reporter, Mr. Thompson, found me:
You’ve been paralyzed for a decade. Your brother hasn’t looked after you for a single day.
Meanwhile, Sophia has stuck by you, taking on a mountain of debt for you, and even sacrificed her marriage.
Why didn’t you give her a single penny?
I looked up at Mr. Thompson, my voice calm:
Set up hidden cameras in my house for a three-day secret livestream, and you’ll understand why.
As soon as the hidden cameras were installed, the secret livestream began.
Sophia walked in after work, sporting heavy dark circles under her eyes.
She dragged herself to my bedside, preparing to help me clean up.
Seeing a mess beneath me, there wasn’t a flicker of disgust in her eyes, only profound heartache and self-reproach.
Riley, did you have an upset stomach last night?
She touched my forehead, blaming herself.
I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault.
I’ve been so exhausted from work lately that I slept like a rock.
I forgot to check on you in the middle of the night and keep your blanket on, leaving you uncomfortable all night
I watched her silently.
The live comments, however, exploded:
My God, this sister is incredible! She just got home from work, saw this total mess, and her first reaction was to blame herself.
Right? If I’d worked all day and came home to that, I’d be fuming!
Sophia really is America’s Best Sister. She’s making me tear up!
Sophia single-handedly turned me over, preparing to help me to the bathroom for a shower.
But she was too tired, struggling to lift me from the bed with all her strength.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
Sophia opened it to find Brandon standing there. Her eyes widened in surprise.
What are you doing here?
Brandon had a cigarette dangling from his lips. He said nonchalantly,
If I’m not mistaken, this apartment is the one Mom and Dad gifted Riley when she got into college.
As Riley’s brother, there’s no big deal if I stay at my sister’s place for a few days, right?
With that, he barged in.
Sophia was too exhausted to argue after a long day, so she just told Brandon,
Then lend me a hand and help me get Riley to the bathroom. I need to give her a shower!
Brandon shot me a disgusted glance, muttering,
That’s sickening, she reeks of pee and poop. No way am I touching her!
Sophia frowned.
Brandon! Riley is your own sister!
She just gave you all ten million dollars she won. How can you refuse to even help her?
Brandon scoffed.
She gave me the money willingly. You’re not trying to guilt-trip me, are you?
Sophia sighed.
I respect all of Riley’s decisions. She gave you all her winnings because she wanted you and your wife to live well.
She’s so good to you. Can’t you be a little good to her?
Brandon sneered.
What’s the point of being good to her? She’s just a paralyzed invalid, a waste of space for a decade!
I don’t know why you bother taking care of this useless person every day. She’d be better off dead!
At this sight, the live comments instantly boiled over:
Seriously? Is this guy even human? Wishing his own sister dead right to her face?
And he just received ten million from her!
I seriously don’t get it. Sophia slaved for a decade taking care of her, went deep into debt, even lost her marriage, and got absolutely nothing in return!
Is Riley also out of her mind?!
She’s ungrateful to Sophia but so good to this heartless animal! The paralysis seems to affect her brain too!
Brandon didn’t help in the end.
It took Sophia over an hour to clean me up.
She was drenched in sweat from exhaustion, but she still meticulously changed my clothes, settling me into my wheelchair.
Riley, you must be hungry, right? I will go make you dinner now.
Due to extreme fatigue, Sophia almost fainted when she stood up.
But she only paused for a few seconds before forcing herself to walk into the kitchen.
Soon, she brought out grilled salmon, a rich beef stew, some steamed greens, and a pot of steaming chicken soup.
She carefully blew on a spoonful of chicken soup to cool it before bringing it to my lips.
Riley, this chicken soup was made from a chicken I bought from a local farm. You always loved this when you were a kid, try some.
I turned my head, my voice cold.
I don’t want to eat.
Sophia’s eyes were filled with worry.
Riley, you already had an upset stomach.
If you don’t eat something to replenish your strength, your body won’t be able to take it.
I looked at her indifferently. My tone was still distant.
I don’t have an appetite.
Then, I looked at Brandon, who was sprawled on the couch playing on his phone, and said softly,
Brandon, I want that pastry on the coffee table.
Brandon didn’t even look up, saying impatiently,
I bought that for myself. If you want it, push your wheelchair and go buy your own!
Sophia glared at Brandon, then turned to me, her voice gentle.
Riley, eat your dinner first. After that, I’ll go buy you a pastry, okay?
I stubbornly shook my head, refusing to eat the food she made.
At this sight, the live comments exploded:
Is Riley crazy? Refusing Sophia’s home-cooked meal, but demanding her brother’s pastry?
She’s utterly pathetic. Her brother treated her like that, and she’s still fixated on his stuff!
Poor Sophia, she’s putting in so much thankless effort. She worked so hard to make a whole table of food, and Riley won’t even look at it.
That’s disgusting. The more I watch, the more I think this Riley is a terrible person!
The first day of the livestream ended.
The chat was filled with insults directed at me.
On the second day, Sophia got off work a little earlier than usual.
As she came in, she held a warm bag in her hand.
Riley, you wanted a pastry yesterday, right? I bought it for you after work.
It’s your favorite savory kind, try it quickly.
She handed the pastry to me, her eyes sparkling.
I glanced at the pastry, my tone indifferent.
I don’t want it now.
A flicker of disappointment and sadness crossed Sophia’s face.
But she forced a smile and said,
What do you want to eat then? I will make it for you.
I shot her a cold look.
I don’t want anything you make.
With that, I maneuvered my wheelchair, ready to go to the balcony for some fresh air.
As I exited my room, I bumped straight into Brandon, who was holding a liquor bottle.
The bottle in his hand fell to the floor, and he immediately exploded in rage.
Damn it, are you blind?! You just spilled all my expensive liquor!
He picked up the bottle and forcefully kicked my wheelchair.
The wheelchair lurched violently, tipping to one side.
Riley!
Sophia cried out, rushing forward, shielding me and the wheelchair with her body.
Her hand was scraped by the wheelchair, leaving a deep gash, visible to the bone. It bled profusely.
But she ignored the pain, quickly steadying me before turning to Brandon, trembling in fury.
Brandon! You almost hurt Riley!
Brandon glared at me.
She’s useless. She can’t even feel pain. Why are you so worked up?
This is so annoying! All that good liquor wasted because of her!
Brandon grumbled as he stomped back into his room to continue drinking.
Sophia checked me all over to make sure I was okay.
Only after confirming I was unharmed did she endure the pain in her hand to inspect the kicked wheelchair.
Finding a buckle somewhat loose, she immediately pulled out her toolbox.
She tightened and reinforced it little by little, working late into the night.
In the livestream, the comments continued to boil over:
I’m crying. Where can you find a sister this good? Her hand is so badly injured, yet all she cares about is Riley.
Seriously, why is Sophia so unlucky to be stuck with such a blind, heartless invalid?
Exactly! Is Riley’s heart made of stone? Sophia has done so much for her, why is she so cold to her?!
Riley is so hopelessly biased towards her brother. She deserves to be paralyzed!
This is so suffocating. Sophia, just let go! Your pathetic sister isn’t worth it!
The livestream chat was filled with outrage. Even Mr. Thompson, the reporter, called me.
Is this the three-day secret livestream you wanted? Do you know what the chat has been saying about you these past two days?
Sophia has done so much for you. Do you just want people to hate you?
I glanced at Sophia, who was quietly tending to her wound in the living room, and said calmly,
There’s one last day.
Then you’ll know everything.
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