Reborn：My Sister Demanded the Heart of a Murderer

My younger sister and I were both having heart transplants, and there were two hearts for us to choose from.

She chose the red heart of a young philanthropist and gave me the black heart of a serial killer.

Later, she became a well-known philanthropist, but she fell into disrepute overnight and was condemned by everyone.

I developed a bad temper and lived a life of hiding. After killing a rapist and murderer, I became the focus of everyone's attention and was worshipped like a god by netizens.

My sister couldn't stand it, so she disguised as a reporter to interview me privately, only to burn down the interview room.

When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day when I chose my heart.

This time, my sister couldn't wait to choose the murderer's black heart, and she couldn't be more pleased with herself.

"Going from hell to heaven is better than the other way round, am I right?"

I sneered.

Without a moral compass, no heart could help her.

She had no idea.

Hell was waiting for her.

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"This one is too red and ugly. I want the other one."

In a daze, I saw my sister pouting her purple lips, demanding my parents.

My stepmother glanced at me and whispered something in her ear.

Looking at the two hearts, one black and one red, beating rhythmically in the preservation fluid, I suddenly realized that I had been reborn.

"No, I want the black one."

My sister Sue swung her arms, her breathing getting a little rapid.

My father quickly brought her into his arms.

"Okay, okay, Sue, you can have whichever one want."

"Is that right, Kate?"

His gaze shot at me like a sharp arrow.

I had no interest at all in that black heart this time.

Before I could even say "OK", he was pulled aside by my stepmother.

July was hesitant, speaking only after glancing at her daughter.

"Honey... that black thing is the heart of a serial killer. Sue's just a child, we shouldn't give it to her."

I sneered.

So she was the little one?

I was only one year older than her.

My father was busy with work and had no idea where the hearts came from.

After learning about the previous owners of the two hearts, he was stunned.

After a moment, he avoided my gaze.

He lit a cigarette and stood by the window.

He was a spectator now.

Sure enough, July usually treated me as her own daughter in front of him.

How could she be a vicious stepmother?

It was understandable she was putting her own daughter first in this situation.

I shouldn't say anything. They had each other every time.

I would be the one in the wrong.

But I didn't get it. Wasn't Sue very pleased with the red heart last time?

What was happening?

Was she also reborn?

Seeing July about to make a decision for her, Sue put on her coat and stood up with difficulty.

"I want that black heart, otherwise I won't do this surgery."

Perhaps because she was too emotional, her legs went limp and she fell to the ground.

July was terrified.

The room was in chaos for a while.

Dr. Johnson, who had been waiting nearby, was so anxious that he almost fell to his knees.

"Could you please stop being picky?"

"We were lucky to get these two hearts."

"They can only be preserved for six hours at most. Adding the time required for open-heart surgery, it will soon be too late."

He was right.

It was not easy to find two hearts for transplantation at the same time.

But there was something he didn't know.

The owners of these two hearts had completely different personalities.

After the transplant, our personalities would change drastically.

"I don't care, I don't care, I just want the black one!"

Sue burst into tears, looking ready to take her own life if she couldn't get what she wanted.

My dad looked at his watch and put out his cigarette.

"July, respect her choice, we're running out of time."

My stepmother agreed reluctantly.

Before entering the operating room, Sue looked at me with misty eyes.

"Going from hell to heaven is better than the other way round, am I right?"

She thought she was the only one who was reborn.

She thought I didn't understand what she meant.

But I was laughing in secret.

Of course she was right.

But without a moral compass, no heart could help her.

She had no idea.

Hell was waiting for her, waving.