After Rebirth, I Outplayed My Manipulative Older Sister Chapter 06

After Rebirth, I Outplayed My Manipulative Older Sister Chapter 06

It turned out that afternoon, Georgia brought a bag 

of fruit to the hospital, saying she wanted to visit 

Dad. 

Mom refused to let her in. 

Georgia stood at the ward door, her voice soft and 

gentle, “Mrs. Dalhy, I just want to see Dad. You 

can’t even stop a visit, can you?” 

Her voice was just loud enough for the patient in 

the next bed to hear. 

Mom’s face turned grim at once. 

Someone nearby whispered, “Why stop the girl 

from seeing her father?” 

Mom gritted her teeth and let Georgia in. 

What happened next, I pieced together from the 

patient in the next bed. 

Georgia walked in, peeled an apple for Dad first. 

Then she sat by the bed, chatting casually. 

Mid–conversation, she suddenly said, “Dad, the 

deadline for the overseas study program is this 

Friday.” 

Before Dad could speak, Mom cut in, “Your father 

just came back from the brink of death. You don’t ask about his health, only about money?” 

Georgia glanced at Mom, her expression calm, 

“Mrs. Dalhy, I’m talking to my dad. No one asked 

you. You’re not family.” 

Her words were like a knife, stabbing straight into 

the most vulnerable part of Mom. 

Right into Mom’s softest spot. 

Twenty years of marriage, raising a daughter, 

running the household. 

In the end, called out by her husband’s other 

daughter. 

You’re not family. 

Mom’s face turned as white as paper, but she held back. She knew her aneurysm couldn’t stand 

stress. 

She endured it. 

Then Georgia added, “I heard you reported the 

company’s issues. Dad, could the authorities 

come after you? Our teacher said embezzlement 

is a crime.” 

Mom shot to her feet. “Who are you trying to 

threaten? You didn’t think about the legal 

consequences when you were squeezing your dad for money?” 

“Squeezing my dad?” Georgia’s trembling voice. 

switched on like a tap. “Dad, say something. Did I 

squeeze you for that eight hundred thousand?” 

The ward fell dead silent. 

Dad leaned against the headboard, left hand 

clutching the sheets, right hand trembling. 

“Enough,” he said. 

No one listened. 

Mom’s temper flared, impossible to contain. 

She pointed at Georgia’s face, her voice sharp, 

“Your mother seduced a married man to have you, 

and now you’re ruining my family. You and your 

mother are shameless!” 

Georgia stood up, tears streaming fast. 

But she didn’t shout back, only spoke in a quiet, soft voice. “Mrs. Dalhy, my mother is already dead. You can insult me all you want. But don’t talk 

about my mother. She never did anything wrong to you. The person who wronged you… is Dad.” 

That line cut deeper than any curse. 

It forced Mom to face the truth: she hated the 

wrong person. The one who betrayed her was her husband. 

Mom’s body swayed. 

She pressed a hand to the back of her head, lips moving, then her eyes flew wide. 

She fell straight back, hitting the floor with a dull thud. 

The patient in the next bed screamed. 

Nurses rushed in. Footsteps echoed down the 

hallway. 

By the time I reached the hospital, the emergency 

light was off. 

Dad sat on a hallway bench, face buried in his 

hands, shoulders shaking. Georgia stood in the 

corner, tears on her cheeks. 

“Where’s Mom?” 

No one answered. 

The doctor walked out, pulled off his mask, and 

said the words I’d heard in my past life, words I 

thought I’d never hear again, “I’m sorry. We did 

everything we could. The aneurysm ruptured, 

causing massive brain bleeding. By the time she 

arrived, it was already too late.” 

Mom left without a single word for me. 

What she left behind was an envelope Elvis 

handed me days later. 

Inside were copies of financial documents, bank 

transfer records, and a note with one line: [Cora, I 

kept these safe for you. No one will ever take what’s yours.] 

I gripped the note, knuckles white. 

It was only later that I found out Georgia hadn’t 

gone to the hospital that day on a whim. 

She’d gone the day after Mom reported the 

finances to the authorities. 

She’d known about Mom’s aneurysm all along- 

her middle school classmate interned in the 

hospital’s radiology department. 

She’d chosen the exact moment when Dad and 

Mom’s relationship was most strained, when 

Mom’s emotions were most fragile to “visit.” 

She didn’t say a single wrong word. 

She hadn’t laid a hand on anyone. 

She just said some things that sounded perfectly 

innocent. 

And then she stood there, waiting for Mom to fall 

on her own.