My little brother-in-law's son was diagnosed with leukemia, and only my daughter's bone marrow was a match in the whole family.
To save the family's only bloodline, my wife, a blindly loyal sister, forced our physically weak daughter to donate her bone marrow.
In the end, my little brother-in-law's son survived, but my daughter died on the operating table.
In despair, I jumped off the 18th floor holding my daughter's body, only to return to three days before my nephew was diagnosed with leukemia.
Living another life, I lied to them, saying the one who had leukemia was my daughter.
They, fearing I would ask for a bone marrow donation for my nephew, forced a quick divorce between my wife and me.
Outside the civil affairs bureau, their whole family gathered around, celebrating finally being rid of what they called their 'disastrous star'.
Little did they know, the confirmation text of my nephew’s leukemia diagnosis had already been sent to their phone.