Chapter 2

Silence fell on the other end. I took the opportunity to up.

After some brief consideration, I figured it would be better to be cremated and buried by this afternoon.

I had specifically calculated that grave to ensure I would completely avoid the Foster family in my next life and live healthily and happily.

What a great grave it was. I had to secure this treasure spot!

By that calculation, I just needed to find someone to collect my body.

After hesitating for a moment, I still sent a message in the family group chat.

[Luffy's Big Cream Puff: Hey everyone, I'm planning to commit suicide. Can anyone come to the old house to collect my body?]

Without mentioning my cancer, I just sent this one line and tagged everyone.

Within seconds, someone replied in the group.

[Dad: What are you up to now?]

I lowered my head and smiled bitterly.

After finding someone to collect my body, I'll leave this group chat. No need to bother them anymore.

Anyway, they have another group chat.

A family group without me.

The cemetery called again on my phone.

I answered, and that Mr. Johnson who wanted to snatch my grave spoke softly.

Somehow, hearing his voice again, I actually found it a bit famimia.

"Miss Foster, are you alright?"

The pain spreading from my stomach to my waist caused a shrill ringing in my ears.

The group was still silent, with no one responding to me.

I pursed my lips and, kindly avoiding the bloody scene, took a photo of the empty paraquat bottle in the corner and posted it in the group.

[Luffy's Big Cream Puff: I really am committing suicide, not lying to you.]

[Luffy's Big Cream Puff: Someone's fighting me for the grave plot. I have no choice but to be cremated today. It's urgent.]

[Luffy's Big Cream Puff: Can anyone come to the old house to collect my body? I promise I'll never appear in front of you again, okay?]

Still no response. With no other option, I was about to post the hospital diagnosis.

Dad and my brothers are all doctors, so they'd be able to tell if the diagnosis was real or fake.

The next second, my phone vibrated.

[Big Brother: OK.]