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When my brother and I encountered a car crash, my heart was ruptured, and I urgently needed surgery. As the director of the hospital, Mom gathered all the doctors in my brother's ward just to run full-body scans on him for mere scrapes and scratches. I begged her to save me, but she snapped at me irritably, "Can you not fight for attention at the worst possible time? Don't you see your brother nearly broke a bone?" In the end, I died alone in an unnoticeable corner. When she learned of my death, Mom, who'd always hated me the most, went mad. … In the last three minutes of my life, my soul drifted to her side. She was sitting by my brother's bed with her hands clasped in prayer and her face full of worry. "Finn, please, you're giving me a fright. Please wake up, alright?" Dad's expression was twisted in fury as he snapped, "If that Asher brat had protected him, Finn would never have ended up in such a poor state! Just wait! I'll beat him to death when I see him!" Standing aside, a bitter ache flooded my chest. "Well, guess you don't have to do it anymore, Dad. I'm dead, all thanks to your indifference," I murmured. The doctors gathered around Finn Auburn's bed and confirmed he only had a minor bone dislocation. It was only then that an older doctor braced himself and brought me up. "Dr. Whitman, aren't we going to check on Asher? The car accident left him critically wounded." Mom's concern vanished in a heartbeat and was replaced by disgust as she yelled, "What's he pulling now! Playing dead? Does he even realize what he's done to his brother?" I stared blankly at her. For a moment, my lifeless heart ached again. I was their son, too, but why did I mean nothing to them? Suddenly, she picked up her phone and dialed my number. A nurse held the phone to my ear. Instead of the concern or kind words I'd anticipated, I was greeted with the same old scolding. "Asher Auburn, when are you dragging yourself here to apologize to your brother!" That was the final blow as all hope left me. Of course, she'd never cared. I should have known. When they had carried me into the hospital, I'd begged Mom to save me. All she'd said was, "Can you not fight for attention at the worst possible time? Don't you see your brother nearly broke a bone?" With that, she turned and walked away with every doctor trailing behind to tend to Finn. She'd never loved me. Even the nurse couldn't stand it anymore. She took the phone back and said, "Dr. Whitman, Asher is on the verge of dying." Convinced I was still faking it, Mom responded with a scoff, "How much did that brat pay you to put on this act with him? I can't believe he really has the nerve!" That was when Finn, who'd been playing unconscious all along, finally woke up. Faking a weak voice, he asked, "Mom, Dad… How's Asher?" As Mom looked at him being so considerate even while lying on the hospital bed, her face twisted with more disgust. "Asher, can't you be more like your little brother? He's worried about you even after what you did to him! If you don't get here and apologize in the next three minutes, don't ever show yourself again!" She hung up, chest heaving in rage. Beside her, Dad scowled. "Why did you even call him? Hasn't he done enough to hurt Finn?" A barely concealed smirk played at the corner of Finn's lips as he ducked his head. When he looked up at Mom and Dad again, he seemed terribly sorry. "Mom, Dad, please don't get mad at him. "He's always resented me for stealing his chance to study abroad. I don't blame him if he holds a grudge." I almost laughed. Even with me dead, Finn was still driving a wedge between me and our parents. But of course, they would never notice. To them, he was always the well-behaved, thoughtful son. They would never suspect that the crash happened because he'd pushed me into the traffic. Sure enough, Mom's expression darkened. "Sending someone that selfish abroad is pointless! Who knows what a heartless monster he'll come back as?" Finn softly said, "Calm down, Mom. I'm sure he had his reasons." Mom's gaze softened instantly at his words. "You're just too kind, Finn. That's why he always picks on you." Finn always knew the perfect thing to say to win their favor. Even if I stood before them and revealed all the cruel deeds he'd done since childhood, they'd just slap me and accuse me of spouting nonsense out of jealousy. I was used to it. That was when Hazel Auburn stormed into the ward and frantically checked Finn's injuries. As soon as she heard about his accident, she dropped everything and flew home from a different state. Just like our parents, she only had eyes for Finn. When she confirmed that he was fine, she let out a breath of relief before growing furious. "I knew it! Asher is a jinx! Ever since Finn was born, he's been nothing but trouble!" Putting on a pitiful act, Finn murmured, "Don't be mad, Hazel. I'm sure Asher didn't mean it even if he pushed me into traffic." His words dropped like a bomb. "What? Are you saying he pushed you toward the traffic?" Dad roared as he slammed the table. Mom was equally furious and gritting her teeth. "That brat! I'll make him pay!" Hazel's eyes gleamed with venom as if she wanted nothing more than to tear me apart with her bare hands.