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I was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer, and the chemotherapy was making my life a living hell. To scrape together the money to save my life, I emptied all my savings. But I never expected that my spoiled little sister, Emma, would shave her head, steal my medical records, medication boxes, and payment receipts, and start livestreaming online, pretending to have cancer to gain sympathy. In just one month, she raked in hundreds of thousands in donations, buying designer goods and custom high-end wigs. Meanwhile, because of our "overlapping medical records," the charity organization suspended my life-saving aid. My mother Rachel and my father David pointed at my face and cursed: "What's wrong with Emma borrowing your medical records? She can make money, while you only know how to spend it!" Fine. Since you want to trade my life for cash, I'll tear off your masks in front of the entire internet. I ended this week's chemotherapy early because I didn't have enough money left in my account to pay the deposit for the next session. When I pushed open the door to my rental apartment, I didn't even have the strength to change my shoes. My stomach was churning, wave after wave of nausea washing over me. But the scene inside the apartment stopped my nausea cold. My bedroom door was wide open. Half of the originally cramped room had been cleared