After My Eighth Rebirth, I Stopped Begging for Their Love

At my eight-year-old sister Mia's birthday party, she leaned close to my ear and sneered:

"One precious princess is enough for this house. A worthless loser like you isn't even fit to wipe my shoes."

I nodded right away, agreed with every word, and immediately went down to the garage to lie in an old wooden coffin to "reflect on my sins."

Dad was frantic with rage, scrambling to pry the heavy lid open and drag me out.

Mom slapped me hard across the face, screaming that I was deliberately trying to ruin Mia's special day.