Half A Million Goodbye Novel by Diana. L _ Novel





Half A Million Goodbye Chapter 01

During the New Year's Eve live stream, my brother called me.
I spoke first:
"Wishing you a long and healthy life."
My brother sneered:
"But I don't want you to have a long and healthy life at all.
"I wish you nothing but a lifetime of pain."
I cut ties with my brother during the year he was at his poorest.
Now that he's successful, the first thing he does is seek revenge on me.
My tone remained normal:
"Wishing you a long and healthy life."
My brother grew impatient:
"Enough, I'm never going to wish you well.
"If I have to, then I wish you eternal suffering."
The host hesitated for a moment before reminding him:
"Mr. Brooks, that is just a voice recording of Ms. Brooks.
"When she passed away, it was indeed, as you said, very painful."
"Passed away?"
Liam Brooks froze for a second, then sneered:
"I hope you mean she's dead."
The host paused, then pointed behind him.
On the large screen behind him, my face appeared.
In the footage, I slapped the camera lens. Rain plastered my hair and shirt tightly to my skin, making me look like a complete mess.
My tone was full of impatience:
"Stop filming, I don't consent to this."
Immediately after, a slightly magnetic voice spoke with utmost sincerity:
"I'm really not a scammer. I'm a vlogger who documents all walks of life, and I can help you."
I turned away from the trash can and leaned my face in close:
"Is that so?
Then can you cure my cancer?"
The man was stunned.
I twitched the corners of my mouth and let out a laugh:
"Don't waste your breath. Go find someone else."
"Well... I can try!"
He grabbed me as I tried to walk away.
I looked him up and down,
"Pfft!"
I burst out laughing, pointing sequentially from top to bottom at his shirt, belt, pants, and shoes:
"Twenty, sixty, forty, fifty.
"Oh, and this camera, you got it secondhand, right?
"Do you know how much my illness costs?"
I held up five fingers to the lens: "Half a million."
The man's breath hitched.
I smiled, turned around, and walked into the rain, bending over in front of each trash can:
"Blackie?
Blackie, where are you?"
He followed me: "What are you looking for?"
"A dog."
"Is it yours?"
"No. I passed out from an attack just now, and he licked me awake."
The man said nothing.
I looked up: "If you have nothing else to do, just leave. There are plenty of people in this world you can help. Don't waste your time on me."
My hand covered the lens.
The screen faded to black.
[October 11, 2023, 9:32 AM — the Brooks family's daughter never needs anyone's pity]
"You're Lillian Brooks, Liam's sister, right?"
I was sweeping the floor in the back kitchen of a cafe, and frowned at his words:
"Why are you here again?"
The man's voice came from behind the camera:
"Everyone online is saying you're a traitor, but they don't know you have cancer. I want to shoot a documentary series about you, is that okay?"
I shook my head: "Let them say I'm a traitor. I worked so hard to build this persona, are you trying to ruin it for me?"
"Wait!"
He hurriedly grabbed my arm:
"But you're penniless right now. Where will your medical fees come from?
Let me help you, I still have some savings."
I turned my head with a smile:
"Why do you think I cut ties with my brother?"
He paused.
I pulled my hand back and waved it dismissively: "I have a job, I don't need your help. You should go."
"I asked around. You only make two thousand a month here."
"Even so, I don't need it."
I turned my back to him, then glanced over my shoulder with a smile:
"The Brooks family's daughter never needs anyone's pity."
As soon as the words left my mouth, I suddenly collapsed to my knees.
"Ms. Brooks!"
The camera shook violently.
On the ground was a large pool of blood.
"You!"
Oliver Hayes's voice was trembling. The camera was tossed aside, and a tall, long-legged man was helping me up:
"Come on, I'm taking you to the hospital!"
Just as he was about to pick me up, I raised a hand and pushed him away.
I grabbed a rag to wipe the floor, then wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand:
"No need."
Then I walked over to the sink and washed the blood off my face.
Oliver's voice quivered slightly:
"Please, just let me help you, okay?"
I cleaned up the last bit of blood, turned around, and looked at him seriously:
"The Brooks family's daughter never needs anyone's help."
With that, I walked out of the frame.

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