After My Best Friend Contracted Uremia

My "uremia" best friend owed me 100 thousand dollars and refused to pay it back.

I asked her for the money, but she said she was hospitalized due to domestic violence.

But the next day, she happily announced in her Moments that she bought a new car.

I couldn't bear it anymore and exposed her, but she unexpectedly livestreamed a suicide attempt.

I was cyberbullied and ended up jumping off a building and died.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the first day she asked me for money.

This time, she wanted money?

In her dreams!

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"Queenie, can you lend me some money? We've been friends for so many years. If it weren't for uremia, I wouldn't have asked you for money!"

Before I could recover from the pain of falling from a high building in my previous life, Wendy Miller's big face came close to me.

"Since you are so rich, just lend me some money to treat my illness!"

"If I don't have money, I really don't know how long I can survive!"

Wendy desperately begged me with a pitiful look, tears and snot streaming down her face, as pitiful as she could be.

In the previous life, I was deceived by her pitiful appearance and lent her 100 thousand dollars.

However, in Wendy's opinion, 100 thousand was just a drop in the bucket.

She launched another crowdfunding campaign and asked me to call on my friends to donate millions of dollars online!

After getting the money, Wendy miraculously recovered from her illness. I invited her to go out and celebrate her recovery, but to my surprise, she flatly refused.

I thought she was just physically unwell after a long illness, but later I found out that all her medical records were fabricated!

All of this was a trap set by her and her husband!

In order to deceive us for money, they would stop at nothing!

I asked her for money in anger, but she sent me two photos of her with bruises and told me she was a victim of domestic violence and couldn't give me any money!

Out of consideration for our longtime friendship, I softened my heart for a moment.

Unexpectedly, she posted pictures of her new luxury car on her social media.

[At the age of 25, I achieved success without relying on my parents or husband, only myself!]

Unaware of the truth, her friends congratulated her one after another, but I was furious.

When I confronted Wendy again, she became even more unscrupulous and shamelessly refused to repay the money.

Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore and exposed everything on the internet.

To my surprise, she used the same tricks again, livestreaming her previous medical records to gain sympathy. She even climbed onto the rooftop to threaten me with suicide.

I was cyberbullied and suffered from depression, and in the end, I jumped off the building and died.

Meanwhile, Wendy continued to live a carefree life with my money!

How could I possibly let her go willingly?

So when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the first day she asked me for money.

I resisted the urge to hit her and pushed her away forcefully. "I don't have any money. Go find someone else!"

Wendy seemed stunned by my response, as if she couldn't believe I would reject her.

"Queenie, how can you refuse me? I am your best friend. Are you just going to watch me die like this?"

What else could I do then?

Did I have to give her the money like I did in my previous life and end up being forced to jump off a building?

I snorted and replied to her, "In your dreams, you can have as much as you want! I won't give you money unless you die."

"Queenie, I'm just sick. Why are you cursing me to die?"

"I really misjudged you. I sincerely thought of you as my best friend, but I didn't expect you to curse me to death!"

"I don't want to live anymore. If you don't lend me money, what's the point of me getting treatment? Just let me die!"

Wendy started showing off her amazing skills again, but I remained indifferent.

In our past life, whenever we had an argument, regardless of she was right or wrong, as long as she cried, I would soften my heart and do whatever she said.

However, after experiencing the previous life, I no longer believed her nonsense.

"Fine! Then go die! Before you die, pay back the money you owe me!"

Long before that, Wendy had repeatedly borrowed money from me.

In the past, I was softhearted and didn't want to make a fuss, but now it was different.

I calmly exposed her little tricks and walked away.

However, I received a call from her husband that night.

"Queenie Thomas! How can you be so heartless! You didn't even try to save Wendy! Aren't you her best friend? What's the big deal about lending some money? It's just a piece of cake for you!"

"Wendy has been sad all day and couldn't eat. I advise you to give us the money as soon as you finish making trouble. What do you need so much money for? Why don't you lend money to us for treatment?"

I laughed when I heard it.

Who gave them the courage to say this so confidently?

How ridiculous!

From his tone, those who didn't know would think that I wanted to borrow money from them!

I hung up the phone without being polite and posted a showoff picture on my Moments.

[I'm twentyfive years old, and thank my parents for providing me a great life.]

As soon as I posted it, Wendy liked it and commented below.

"Queenie, would you rather buy a bag worth 20 thousand than lend me money for treatment?"

"I'm dying. Can you please save me?"

Am I your mother?

What responsibility and obligation do I have to help you?

Wendy and I had many mutual friends, and when she made this comment, other friends asked her one after another.

She even posted a Moments saying that she had been diagnosed with uremia, and if she didn't have money, she wouldn't live long. Instantly, friends softened their hearts and gave her money.

Perhaps those people gave her confidence, so she actually mentioned me publicly, asking why I, as her best friend, didn't show any support!

Support?

I sneered and replied to her Moments.

"If you're dying, go see a doctor."

Then I transferred one penny to her.

"A little money means a lot of friendship. I believe you will definitely overcome the disease!"

Wendy was so angry with me that day.

Not only did she refuse to accept the payment late at night, but she also sent me a long essay.

I glanced at it and it was nothing more than reminiscing about our longterm friendship and accusing me of suddenly changing.

"Yes, yes, you have such a highspeed machine, and remember the principle I told you..."

After sending it, I turned off my phone and went to sleep.

The next day, I was awakened by the sound of knocking on the door, and the neighbors gathered at my door.

"Queenie, please help me. The hospital said if I don't pay, they will move me out. I have no money. I'm really going to die at home..."

When I opened the door, Wendy immediately knelt down in front of me and hugged my thigh tightly.

Her husband also angrily accused me, "Are you still human? You live in a luxury house and buy designer bags, but you don't want to use the money to save your friend?"

The neighbors were confused. I crossed my arms and looked them up and down.

After the two of them cried for a while, I said, "You said you have uremia, but you don't look like you've had chemotherapy."

"Besides, the bracelet on your hand must be worth tens of thousands. Why don't you sell it instead of asking me for money every day?"

"Moreover, the car you drive is the latest model of a certain brand. If you really have no money, shouldn't you mortgage your house and car first?"

I refuted in a clear and logical manner, and the neighbors also noticed the bracelet on Wendy's hand and whispered to each other.

"Exactly! Just look at her. She doesn't look like she's short of money at all!"

"Look at their car. Poor people can't afford to drive it!"

"A true friend wouldn't ask for money unless they have no other way. Wendy, don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"

However, Wendy was not someone who would easily give up.

After hearing our words, she suddenly started taking off her clothes, revealing the bruises on her body.

"Queenie, I really have no other choice. I'm sick and I'm being abused by my husband. I really have no money!"

"Please help me, just this once!"

Everyone gasped when they saw the bruises on Wendy's body.

"Please save me!"

Wendy cried and signaled to her husband.

Her husband also raised his fist, pretending to want to hit her.

Immediately, a kind neighbor stepped forward and stopped him.

"Let's talk it out, no violence!"

I raised an eyebrow and looked down at her scar, which was indeed shocking.

But if it weren't for the paint smudge on the cuff, I would have believed it.

Wendy instantly cried even louder.

"I know you are the best! Queenie, you will definitely help me, right?"

I smiled and quickly called the police. '"Hello? My friend is seriously ill and being abused by her husband. Please save her! And I want to sue her husband, an abuser! I want him not only to be kicked out, but also to spend a few days in jail..."

Before I could finish, Wendy suddenly stood up and snatched my phone.

"No, no, it's all a joke between me and my friend, it's all fake..."

Wendy hurriedly hung up the phone, and everyone's expression changed when they saw her.

"So you haven't been abused."

"If there's no abuse, then sell your car and house and get proper treatment. I will support you and wait for your recovery!"

I gave Wendy a meaningful look, and she immediately stomped her foot in anger and left with her husband.

You couldn't compete with me.

I had seen this trick before in my previous life!

Not long after they left, I saw the crowdfunding campaign they posted on Moments.

"Please, please help me! I am in the late stage of uremia. If I don't have money, I will really leave this world"

"I'm only twentyfive years old, just got married, and I don't want to die!"

There were also photos of Wendy lying on the hospital bed.

By the time I click the link, it showed that people had donated 6 thousand dollars in total!

Everyone was hoping for her recovery!

When I saw another friend who was already tight on money wanting to donate to her, I quickly commented below. "Where is your diagnosis certificate? Hurry up and show it to us!"

This time, the two of them were prepared and immediately posted a diagnosis report.

"Queenie, I don't know why you would think of me like this after so many years of friendship!"

"Not only did you not lend me money, but you also cursed me to die and said that my diagnosis record was forged! I wish it was forged! Then I wouldn't have to suffer through chemotherapy!"

She openly blamed me, and even my friends called me to inquire.

I didn't care. I just contacted my relative in the hospital and sent the medical certificate to her to authenticate its authenticity.

After that, I leisurely replied to Wendy.

"How could I not believe you? Tell me which hospital you are in. I will bring the money to see you right now!"

I guess Wendy was overjoyed when she saw my message and quickly called me.

"Queenie, I know you won't just watch me die!"

"I am currently holding a class reunion, and all of our classmates are here. They insist on donating money to me, and I can only treat them to a meal for now!"

"Queenie, they already lent me 100 thousand, but it's still not enough. It would be best if you bring 140 thousand over. This way, it proves that you are my best friend and can also settle my hospital expenses at once, so I won't bother you in the future!"

Wendy was particularly excited on the phone, as if she already had my 140,000 dollars.

I promised readily and found a bag to pour all the money into it.

Then I drove all the way to the restaurant.

From a distance, I saw Wendy standing at the door with her classmates, tiptoeing and looking at me eagerly.

I stopped the car and she immediately came forward and hugged my hand.

"Queenie, I know you are tough on the outside but soft on the inside. You're the best!"

I smiled and calmly pushed away her hand, pointing to the trunk.

Wendy was stunned for a moment, then pleasantly surprised, saying, "Oh! I know you're good to me, but there's no need to give me cash! It's troublesome for you..."

I snorted and opened the trunk.

Wendy looked at it and her eyes lit up instantly.

She immediately pounced on the bag, but then she remembered her image as a seriously ill person and said she couldn't lift it.

I smirked and gestured for me to do it.

So I took out the brazier and threw it on the ground in front of many classmates and her eager gaze.

Then I took out the money from the bag and lit the lighter.

"You want money, right? I'll give it to you now!"

"Are you satisfied, or do you want more? If you want more, I'll burn some more for you!"