You Are My Suicide Note to the World

My sister and I had been fighting over the family fortune for our entire lives. She hit me with her car and sent me to the hospital and I secretly removed her oxygen tube in the middle of the night.

The year our hatred reached its peak, our family suddenly went bankrupt. We were forced to reconcile and each pursue our own livelihoods.

Ten years later, my sister became a prominent business tycoon.

The first thing she did upon returning to England was to destroy the studio where I made my living. She personally tore up the family portrait I had painted and told me to get out and fight again.