Chapter 2

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My sister's phone shows that the last person she was in contact with was Joanne. Based on the timeline, I roughly could tell that Joanne must have invited my sister out, claiming she wanted to meet in a corner to give her a surprise. But instead of a surprise, what awaited her was something more terrifying than a shock—a nightmare and death.

Further confirming my suspicion was my thorough investigation into Joanne. This person who played the "unfortunate family" and "little sunshine" roles in front of my sister was actually a rebellious girl who smoked, drank, and enjoyed fighting in. Among her shady friends was someone named Liam Chester, who recently received a large sum of money in his bank account. The amount exactly matches the money my sister had given to Joanne.

Once I compare the fluids extracted from him and my sister, I could ensure that both he and Joanne would end up behind bars together. With this thought in mind, I tightened my grip on Joanne's hand a bit more.

"Riley, you're hurting me. Don't you know I get hurt easily?" She pulled her hand away from mine, angrily accusing me.

"If it hurts, then get lost. Stop hanging around my house every day." Unlike my sister, who was always tolerant and considerate, I would explode at even the slightest annoyance.

"How dare you speak to me like that? Riley, did the raping mess up your brain too?" Realizing she had spoken out of turn, she immediately covered her mouth and looked at me nervously.

I pressed closer to her. "What do you mean? Do you know something? Or are you hoping for me to be bullied? OMG, you are such an evil person! Stop talking nonsense. I could sue you."

Before she could stammer out a response, I had the butler throw her out. ‘My sister might have indulged you, but I won't. I'm going to make sure you suffer, Joanne.’

5

Joanne abandoned her usual arrogance and repeatedly sent me apologetic messages on WhatsApp.

"Riley, today was my fault. Those words were just nonsense. Don't take them to heart."

"I didn't do anything. I'm your best friend. How could I bear to bully you?"

I didn't reply to any of her messages. I was waiting for her to slip up in her desperation.

What I didn't expect was that her hidden actions would be so devastating. She had someone post photos of my sister. The princess crown on her head had fallen to the ground, her dress was torn to shreds. The photos showed humiliating tears, desperate eyes, and futile struggles.

The photos of my sister being bullied were posted online. In anguish, I smashed my computer, tears streaming uncontrollably. My poor sister, why did she have to endure such humiliation even after she was gone?

Fingers flying over the keyboard, I quickly traced the IP address of the poster. I expected it to be from Joanne's place, but it wasn't. The IP was traced to my own home. And it was less than 200 meters away from me!

My heart sank. I put on my slippers and knocked on the door of my dad’s bedroom.

The person who answered the door was the mistress who caused the breakup of my mom and dad, Linda.

“Lin... Linda, where’s my dad?”

In order to not give anything away, I had no choice but to call her by her name.

The door was only opened a little. My stepmom’s eyes seemed very alarmed.

”Your dad’s not home. Leave and don’t disturb me.”