Chapter 1: The Death of a Sister

I transmigrated into a novel, where I had seven extraordinary brothers. Among them were business elites, miraculous doctors, and famous scientists… I was their only sister, and they concentrated all their love on me. But what they didn’t know was that I had complete knowledge of the plot. In this novel world, I could foresee everything about the future. My seven brothers adored me immensely; no one could bully me. **1** As the final note faded, Gavin’s hand lingered in the air. The audience fell silent before erupting in thunderous applause. He was the youngest conductor in Country X, a musical prodigy. Today’s performance was his most successful since he became famous. Exiting the venue, his assistant hurriedly handed him a phone, saying it was a call from his sister. "Hello, this is Gavin." Surrounded by admirers, he stepped into a luxurious restaurant. He was the youngest son of the Mitchell family, and his five brothers were already waiting for him to dine. "This has nothing to do with me; do as you please." With that, he took his seat. Second Brother, Dana, who was the most famous psychologist in Country X and a professor at Cambridge University, asked with concern, "What’s wrong, Gavin? You seem troubled." "You wouldn’t believe it. An old woman called, claiming our sister Wendy is dead and that I should come to collect her body." Upon hearing this, the expressions of the five men mirrored Gavin’s—scornful and indifferent, as if the deceased were a notorious criminal. "An old woman? Since when does our sister interact with the downtrodden? She must have caused some trouble again, waiting for us to clean up her mess," said the fourth brother, a rising star in the literary world and a modernist icon. "Unbelievable," the fifth brother shook his head. "Although she’s our sister, she took the last of our family’s money when we went bankrupt and ended up on the streets. If not for our cousin Sylvia secretly supporting us, we would never have recovered. Now that we’re wealthy again, she wants to reconnect. Who knows what her intentions are. We’ve given her money several times, and now she’s up to something else." The actor, Bichir, straightened up. He had once doted on this little sister, only to be deeply hurt by her, while their cousin, whom he had always overlooked, sacrificed everything for the six brothers. The eldest brother, Claire, remained silent. As the head of the family and a business elite, his brothers looked to him for his opinion. "Let’s go see," Claire said after a long pause, rising from his chair. "Even if our little sister wronged us, she is still our sister. If she’s really dead, as her brothers, we can’t ignore it." Wearing a sharp suit, he instructed the fifth brother to call the old woman and ask for the exact location. They drove over ten kilometers to reach the rundown rural house the old woman mentioned. The place was dilapidated, cluttered with debris, and the only sign of life was a barking black dog. Hearing the dog, the old woman shakily opened the door. She immediately recognized the six well-dressed, handsome men. "It’s you! Wendy spoke of her six brothers often before she died. I’ve seen you on TV—you look even better in person!" Wendy mentioned them? Claire nodded politely. "We’re sorry to intrude. You called my youngest brother about our sister’s death. We’ve come to see." The old woman’s eyes filled with tears. "She was such a poor child. Come with me." The six followed the old woman into a cramped, simple yet clean room. Inside, lying on the bed, was their sister Wendy. Claire glanced aside as the third brother, Anthony, approached to examine her. "You’re Dr. Anthony!" the old woman exclaimed, "the world’s most renowned internist!" Anthony remained silent, quietly checking their sister. "No doubt about it, she’s dead." Claire’s eyes flickered with disbelief. The old woman retrieved a worn-out bag from a cabinet and handed it to Claire. "This is what Wendy asked me to give you. She said it’s all she could do. Now that I’ve fulfilled my promise, you can handle her body." Claire took the bag—it was the same one Wendy had taken when their family went bankrupt. Inside were a small bundle of cash, a bank card, and an old phone. Claire was shocked to find that the bank card was the same one their cousin had used to send them money. The other five also saw it, and a terrifying thought flashed through their minds. The old phone had no password and could still be turned on. Too many mysteries surrounded them. Claire opened the phone and saw their sister’s diary in the memo. **9.6 Cloudy** I will do my best to help my brothers through this hardship. Keep fighting! **9.28 Sunny** Today, I found a job with much better pay. I feel that with my intelligence, I can earn even more! The daughter of the Mitchell family never gives up! **10.6 Rainy** Oh, taxis are so expensive. Getting drenched was awful, but we still need a lot for Fifth Brother’s tuition. Where will I find the money? If only my boss would give me a raise. **11.25 Cloudy** Today, the guy I like confessed to me. How can I be with him? I have too much responsibility. I can’t abandon my brothers when they need me! The diary was long. The seven brothers read it with tearful eyes. Could it be that things were not as they thought? Had they been receiving help from their sister all along, while they resented her? Their hearts ached, guilt and sorrow clashing within them. None dared to look at their small, frail sister’s body. They felt unworthy. Wendy’s dilemma pierced them as well. How could a young girl, juggling multiple jobs, possibly cover the expenses of six brothers? "How did my sister die?" Claire asked. The old woman, seeing their reddened eyes, sighed deeply. "What’s the most valuable thing in this world? Life is the most valuable. She sold everything she could to raise money, and paid the ultimate price." The six brothers looked at Wendy’s body and couldn’t hold back their tears. No wonder their cousin never answered their calls. No wonder the money always came right when they needed it. They had been foolish, choosing to believe their cousin over their own sister. … Wendy snapped the script shut with a clap, nearly throwing it away. What kind of writer made the main character share her name? Was this a deliberate jab from a rival? If she were the Wendy in the book, she would never take such humiliation. The book’s synopsis claimed she was the beloved sister of six doting brothers. Was that pampering? It was clearly abuse!