On the Snowy Mountain, Mom Gave My Brother the Last Oxygen Tube Chapter 2

Just because Charles wanted a family trip, Mom forced me to scale a freezing, bitter mountain while I was running a high fever.

Before the climb, I stood shivering, holding my weak body upright.

I watched longingly as Mom tore open heat packs and carefully pressed them onto Charles’ clothes.

Dad couldn't make the climb due to his fear of heights.

Instead, he wrapped his own scarf around Charles' neck and handed him a set of premium trekking poles.

Both of them were terrified he might freeze or get too tired.

But halfway up the mountain, Mom did something completely out of character. Perhaps she was just in a good mood.

But for the first time in my life, she didn't hand the bread to Charles first. She gave it to me.

Overwhelmed by the unexpected kindness, I took it.

But before I could take a bite, a wave of intense dizziness hit me.

My throat closed up and I couldn't breathe.

"Mom, I can't breathe..."

Right then, Charles cried out too.

Without a second thought, Mom ripped the last oxygen tank from her bag and shoved it into his hands.

Later, when the rescue team arrived, she used a lack of space as an excuse to leave me behind in the snow.

But I knew Charles was perfectly fine.

He had recovered long ago, frequently sneaking out to wild club parties whenever our parents traveled for business.

Only Mom and Dad were still blinded by his acting.

Or maybe they just loved him too much to ever doubt him.

I always knew I could never compete with Charles and I never dared to beg for Mom's love.

Still, I never imagined she would be cruel enough to abandon me alone on a frozen peak, completely ignoring my desperate pleas for life.

I should have stopped expecting anything from her a long time ago.

After all, I was only born to save Charles’ life.

Even my death was just meant to serve him.

I just didn't expect that being forced to watch their tender, loving care toward him after my death would hurt this much.

It was pure torture.

Seeing our parents rage against me, Charles’ secret satisfaction deepened.

He put on his best victim face.

"Mom, Dad, it's all my fault. My weak health always worries you. Kyle only held a grudge for all these years because you had to look after me."

He sighed, looking down. "If only I had been born healthy like him. Then he wouldn't have hated me for so long.”