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From childhood onward, my parents always made me give in to my younger sister Giselle. Because I was the eldest, and because she was good at comforting people and better at flattery. It was not until I met Frank that my life, which I thought was not favored, finally had my own love. But I never expected that Giselle, who always wants to compete with me for everything and must win, even wants to snatch love from me. I had imagined before that seeing Frank cheat, I would be in such great pain that I couldn't bear to die. But when I actually saw it, my heart was merely relieved. Perhaps due to the long build-up and suspicion, love had been worn out almost completely. I forwarded the video to Frank, and his call came immediately, his tone flustered. “That's not true.” “Just now, Giselle said that she wanted to vent her anger on you, so she took the opportunity to pose for the video. We didn't kiss . We were just playing around with you.” After saying that, he started blaming me again: "Ophelia, do you have to make a huge fuss before you agree to Giselle's request? I didn't even know before that you were so unresonable.” I remained silent about their farce. No matter what they did, it couldn't change my decision. But how could Giselle be so easily given up? Two days later in the middle of the night, I suddenly received a notice from the hospital that Giselle had committed suicide. When I rushed to the hospital, I saw Giselle sitting by the hospital bed, with a band-aid lightly attached to her wrist. Frank, who had been in a cold war with me and refused to go home, was now holding her hand with concern and comforting her softly. Not far away, my parents saw me coming and came forward angrily. Before I could react, my mother slapped me hard across the face. You made your sister cut her wrist to commit suicide. How dare you come to the hospital! It was you, the troublemaker, who refused your sister's request for surrogacy, which led to her depression and suicide. My mother was so strong that she knocked me to the ground at once and I hit the pillar of the hospital. My waist and abdomen suffered a huge impact. The intense pain made me lie on the ground, unable to speak for a moment. Frank saw me being beaten but still didn't move. He looked at me coldly, his eyes full of reproach. After a while, he finally spoke up: "Ophelia, you should apologize to Giselle for this." " I shook my head with difficulty and struggled to get up from the ground. Seeing that I was determined not to apologize, my mother, in a fit of rage, came up and kicked me again. Giselle smiled smugly and snorted coldly: "Sister, I advise you to sincerely apologize and then obediently help me with surrogacy." " Seeing them surrounding Giselle and pressing me fiercely at every step, I felt extremely desperate. "Blood! Blood! So much blood!" The patient who was watching the commotion nearby suddenly pointed at my calf and said, "There's blood flowing down there." " It was only then that everyone noticed a thick, bright red blood flowing slowly from between my legs, already forming a meandering river on the ground. It turned out that I was bleeding. I felt my body getting colder and colder, and the scenes around me began to seem distant and insignificant. A group of medical staff ran over from all directions, and in the next second, I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital bed. "You're finally awake!" The doctor shook my body and asked, "Are you feeling better?" I nodded weakly, just about to ask me what was wrong. But then, the doctor's words made me feel as if I had fallen into an ice cellar. “You are pregnant. But we regret to inform you that the child was not saved.” "Due to the severe impact trauma, your uterus has suffered considerable damage. It's likely that it will be very difficult for you to get pregnant again in the future."