My Parents Neglected Me Until I Died Novel by yueji

At that moment, a commotion stirred at the entrance of the hospital.

The director and my colleagues had come out.

I saw the director holding several documents, with a white envelope resting on top.

My father’s eyes flashed with a momentary glint of triumph before he burst into loud sobs.

“It’s them! They killed my daughter!”

The reporters rushed forward, swarming around the director.

“Regarding the young doctor’s death from exhaustion at your hospital, what do you have to say, Director?”

“The family is asking for three million dollars in compensation. Do you have any objections?”

The director, his face calm, looked into the camera and slowly exhaled.

“First, I deeply regret the loss of an outstanding doctor from our hospital.”

“Second, I hope the deceased can rest in peace, free from worry or resentment.”

I didn’t know if I was imagining things, but through the lens, it felt as though Director was looking directly at me.

For a moment, my transparent soul felt something again, and two streams of hot tears flowed from my eyes.

But my mother, hearing the director’s words, hysterically rushed at him, clawing at his clothes.

“My daughter is dead! What use are your words now? Give me back my daughter’s life!”

Several colleagues, unable to stand the sight, quickly pulled my mother away.

One of them even sneered, “If you loved your daughter so much, why didn’t you know she died of cancer?”

My parents froze.

The reporters, stunned, were left speechless.

“What’s going on? Weren’t we told it was sudden death?”

“Exactly! If this story flips, it’ll be a major media scandal!”

The director then held up the documents, showing them one by one to the live broadcast cameras.

“This document is Dr. Judith’s diagnosis from a year ago. She developed cancer due to prolonged malnutrition, and by the time it was discovered, it was already in the late stages.”

“This is her resignation letter, submitted two months before her death. I didn’t approve it because the treatment required a large sum of money, and with no family to support her, I wanted her to take advantage of the employee medical benefits to ease her financial burden.”

“This is Dr. Judith’s body donation consent form. After her death, she donated her body to the hospital for medical research, hoping to one day help find a cure for cancer and save others like her.”

“And this document is Dr. Judith’s work schedule from before her diagnosis. It followed all proper procedures. However, according to her colleagues, she worked excessive overtime for a period to help pay off her graduate boyfriend’s debts. It wasn’t until they broke up that she returned to a normal schedule.”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

As he finished, the director shot a meaningful glance at Matt standing nearby.

Matt, either out of shame or something else, hurriedly lowered his head.

Each document was clearly written, stamped with official seals, and the timeline of events was impeccably clear.

My family stared at each other, momentarily at a loss for how to respond.

The reporters, realizing something was wrong, hurriedly cut off the live broadcast.

But it was already too late. The online viewers watching the live stream had not missed a single piece of crucial information.

I hadn’t died from overwork; I had died from cancer.

My body hadn’t been secretly taken to the crematorium by the hospital–it had been donated for medical research.

And my parents, not only completely unaware of my illness, had fabricated lies to extort the hospital after my death. How ironic.

The young nurse who had confronted my father earlier couldn’t bear to stay silent and spoke up for me.

“Before Dr. Judith passed away, she said not to notify her family because they didn’t care about her. We didn’t believe it at the time, but you’re even worse than she said!

“She’s been gone for six months, and the first time you came to the hospital, we hadn’t even told you she was dead before you started

yelling about her being an ungrateful daughter, even causing trouble at the hospital’s entrance. You don’t deserve to be called parents!”

My parents exchanged panicked glances, not expecting the situation to turn against them. Ignoring the reporters‘ questions, they quickly got into their car and fled.

As for Jennifer and Matt, they had already slipped away unnoticed as soon as the hospital director showed the documents.