Crisis and Family Affection in the High Temperature Apocalypse

On the eve of the high-temperature apocalypse, Mom remarried into a wealthy family and could take one of us with her.

I went with Mom. My sister, Emma Johnson, went with Dad.

Later, we both died in the heat.

Then, we were reborn on the day Mom chose who to take.

Emma tricked me into having an allergic reaction so I would be rejected, then mocked me.

"In my past life, I couldn't afford cooling equipment. This time, as a rich family's daughter, I'll definitely survive. Unlike you, who wasted your good hand. No wonder Mom and Dad don't like you."

I laughed.

"Emma, congratulations on entering hell."

I was allergic to mangoes, but now there was a glass of mango juice in front of me.

I picked it up and drank it without hesitation, pretending not to see Emma's sinister smile.

After I finished it in one gulp, she laughed heartily.

"Charlotte, you fell for it! Hahaha... I put mango powder in this juice!"

She looked down on me arrogantly.

"The Smith family is here. This time, they will definitely choose me!"

In the past life, Mom brought the Smith family to choose a daughter.

They chose me, who had won numerous awards, while my beautiful sister was rejected.

Later, a heatwave brought us together in the woods.

At that time, Emma hid under Dad's corpse for shade, mocking me for being abandoned by the Smith family.

As the temperature rose, Dad's body could no longer provide her with shade.

She and Mom pinned me down and propped my body up like a roasted lamb.

They hid under me to survive and said I was useless.

Emma said I was stupid and couldn't become a rich family's daughter even when given the chance.

Mom disliked me for not being pretty, so she didn't help me secure a place in the Smith family.

This time, I graciously gave her the opportunity so she could understand the situation of being in a wealthy family.

The Smith family arrived outside.

Leo Smith immediately noticed the trophies on the cabinet.

They were the championship trophies I had won in competitions, which Emma now uses to hold her hair ties.

Mom and Dad quickly pushed the trophies aside. Just like in the past life, they focused on introducing Emma.

"Emma is tall, pretty, and can sing. She's perfect to be a daughter of the Smith family."

Leo said, "Appearance is secondary. As long as she has some charm, it's fine. The main thing is intelligence and the ability to handle situations independently."

He then asked, "The name on these trophies is Charlotte. I'd like to meet her."

Upon hearing this, Emma pushed me out of the room.

"This is my sister, Charlotte Johnson!"

At this moment, my body was already having an allergic reaction. I was covered in dense red rashes, looking both disgusting and terrifying.

Mom and Dad saw this. They exchanged a glance, and both smiled.

Leo asked me what was wrong.

Mom explained before I could speak, "Charlotte has an allergic constitution. When the weather gets hot, she breaks out. So, her face is always bumpy and unattractive."

Dad nodded in agreement. "This child has a lot of problems."

Emma seized the opportunity to show her signature smile. Her eyes were curving sweetly, looking particularly charming.

"I heard Mr. Smith has two sons but lacks a dear daughter. I am willing to be your daughter and be respectful to you."

Leo was a very smart man and saw through the situation immediately.

He asked me, "Charlotte, do you break out in rashes when it's hot?"

I saw the expectation in his eyes, hoping I would shake my head and deny it.

Anyone unaware of the truth would think he was upright and righteous.

But I had already seen his true demonic behavior.

I nodded. "I have a very weak constitution. Doing anything leaves me exhausted, and allergies are a common occurrence."

The light in Leo's eyes slowly faded, filled with regret.

Ten minutes later, Emma left the house with Mom and Leo, not looking back.

Dad's eyes were filled with tears, and he showed relief.

In the past life, this man, who had been weak all his life, blamed himself until his death for not giving his wife a perfect life.

He blamed himself for not being able to make money, letting my mom spend freely.

So when my mom asked for a divorce to remarry, he obediently agreed as always.

But this good man was also a biased father.