Arthur forced my trembling hand onto the document, pressing my thumbprint to give my only life-saving clinical spot to Chloe. Beside him, my adopted son Julian sneered, "Leave her alone, she just can't stand seeing Aunt Chloe get well." Silenced by the intubation, I watched them strip away my survival. Enduring the agony of internal bleeding, I shoved the nurse's hand away. While Arthur told the doctors I was just acting out of spite, I signed the DNR order. I chose to die alone in a remote hospice, surrendering my life to permanently sever ties with my betrayers. By the time the official autopsy report proves my terminal cancer was real, I will be nothing but unclaimed ashes. I leave them with my stolen, incomplete formula for their upcoming IPO trial, patiently waiting for their glorious stage to collapse.