Chapter 2

They hated me for making Samantha's wedding imperfect. As such, Susan started calling me repeatedly after the wedding.

She cursed, "Celine, if you dare to come back, I will beat you to death."

Still, no one answered the call.

Samantha held Susan's hand in distress. "Mother, you don't have to call her. Celine must still be angry with me."

Susan hugged Samantha when she saw how pitiful she looked. "My poor Samantha, you had to endure such injustice."

I noticed Samantha's lips raised into a small smirk as she hugged Susan. This was her, the real her. She would appear to be the weaker party, blaming all the mistakes on me.

…

I still remember when I was first brought back to the family, they did not hate me so much. Susan would hold my hand, look at me with love and care, and ask me if I was hungry and if I wanted any food. Charles, who was beside Susan, spoke with tears, "This is your home from now on."

Derek would also put his arm around my shoulders and say that we would be the siblings in the world from that day onward.

At the time, Samantha took out a small gift she made by herself, and smiled at me. "Celine, this is a small gift I made. I hope you like it."

I took the gift, but the gift fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Celine, do you hate me that much?"

Susan's facial expression changed as she stared at me. She shielded Samantha behind her. "Celine, what are you doing?"

I shook my head innocently. I did not even touch the gift!

Samantha frowned and held her chest.

"Oh dear god, Samantha is having a heart attack!"

Derek quickly took the medicine, Charles took the keys to the car, and Susan helped her into the car.

I was left alone at home. No one cared about me.

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Three days after Samantha got married, she had a heart attack again. She received a package with my bracelet in it, with blood on it.

Susan looked enraged. "So Celine is threatening Samantha now? Why would she send something like this to her?"

I smiled bitterly. That bracelet was indeed mine, and the blood on it was mine too. However, I did not send the package. It was in fact, sent by Samantha's admirer, the person who killed me.

He killed me for Samantha.

Would it not be a waste of his effort if Samantha did not know that he killed me? As such, he sent her a gift. However, he never expected that his gift for Samantha would be considered a threat by Susan.

Samantha was so terrified that she lay in Jenson's arms with a haggard face as she cried, "I didn't expect Celine to hate me so much. Mother, I'm not going to die, am I?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Susan jumped up and covered Samantha's mouth. "You're my baby daughter! No one will want you to die."

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Looking at how affectionate Susan looked, I remembered the first time we met. The day Samantha was brought back from the hospital and lay in the bedroom, she said the same thing. "Mother, am I going to die?"

"How could that be? Mother and Father will definitely find ways to cure you."

She bit her lips, showing only a small part of her pale face. "Celine is back, and I'm not your biological child. How will you still care for my sickness in the future?"

Susan's expression changed immediately. "Who told you that?"

Samantha kept her silence.

The family had been fine. It was after my return that Samantha started to worry. Who else would have said something like that? In Susan's point of view, it must have been me.

That night, Susan rushed into my room and pulled me out of bed.

"Let me tell you: bringing you back to the family doesn't mean anything. Samantha is my daughter. If you say anything to her again in the future, don't blame me for being rude to you."

She was furious. She swept everything they had carefully arranged for me to the ground. Books were scattered, cups were broken, and clothes were thrown away.

After that night, no one in the family was nice to me.

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Jenson brought Samantha back to the room. Everyone in the living room looked gloomy.

"Celine has gone too far. She's threatened Samantha even though she knows her heart is frail!"

As he said that, Derek picked up the phone. The call finally connected.

"Celine, do you want to die? How dare you threaten Samantha!"

"Does Samantha like the gift?"

They were surprised when they heard a man's voice replying to them instead.

I trembled when I heard the voice. The voice sounded too familiar to me. I recalled how he, as he was chopping off my limbs with a knife, said, "I think Samantha will like my gift very much."

"Who are you? Where is Celine? Tell her to answer my call!"

"She? She's dead." The man's tone was icy cold.

I, in my spirit form, stared at Derek nervously. I was hoping that he would realize that something not right had happened.

For a moment, Derek looked nervous. It did not last long until he laughed.