Reborn with a Cold Heart: Goodbye, Toxic Family

Three years after my biological parents brought me back to the Sterling mansion, I died of a painful illness.

My soul floated in the air. I wanted to see how my family, who had always despised me, would regret their cruelty.

But Arthur, my father, only shook his head and complained coldly, "He was always nothing but trouble."

Eleanor, my mother, pursed her lips and let out a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted.

Victoria, my older sister, stood in front of Julian, protecting the adopted golden boy from seeing my pale, lifeless face.