Dad shot up too, banging his long-stem pipe against the table so hard it echoed. "The city job is an iron rice bowl! Sure, boiler work is tough, but it's government pay! Your sister's too slow—what's she supposed to do out there?"
In my last life, I would've been sobbing right now, touched by my little sister's sacrifice.
This time, I just wanted to laugh.
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Jade grabbed my pant leg, her eyes glittering with greed she couldn't quite hide.
I knew exactly what she was after.
She wanted to be the rich man's wife. Wanted the polyester dress, the little Western-style house.
That doomed factory slot? She was more than happy to hand it to me—her idiot big sister—and let me die in her place.
"Evelyn! You're my real sister! I was selfish before, but I've changed. Let me suffer this time. You go to the city and live the good life!"
Her sobs could've put a soap opera to shame.
I stared at her flushed, excited face and sneered inside.
Good life?
That boiler unit was the deadliest post in the whole factory. In my past life, the explosion was a major industrial disaster—three dead on the spot, five more crippled for life.
Since you're so eager to send me off to my "good life," I'll play along.