Chapter 3

"You're in cahoots with Celine, right? You act like you've killed her, and she acts like she's dead.

"It doesn't work, I'll tell you that. Tell Celine that if she doesn't come back now, don't even think about coming back!"

My parents, upon hearing all this, responded, "How despicable is she, using all these dirty tricks to gain attention over Samantha?!"

A trace of bitterness rose in my heart when I watched my family continue to insult me.

'Mother, Father, I am dead! This isn't a lie!'

Derek looked really angry after he put down his phone as he gruffly said, "Father, I'll send someone to go look for her and teach her a lesson. I'll teach her who's boss."

Charles agreed as he waved his hand.

Susan leaned toward Charles. "Dear, was it a mistake for her to bring her back in the first place?"

Charles sighed helplessly and patted Susan's shoulder. "How could we have known when we brought her in back then? This isn't our fault."

'So the fault falls on me? That's right. In this family, everything is my fault.'

…

It was on one fateful day Samantha tricked me into going down to the dark basement. I kept shouting at the top of my lungs, hoping someone could hear me. I shouted and shouted, but no one heard me.

I eventually learned that it was Samantha’s birthday, and the whole family went out to celebrate her birthday. When they finally remembered me, I was so hungry that my vision was blurry. I could not see my way clearly, so I fell and abruptly landed on Samantha.

Samantha screamed, and I was pushed hard onto the ground. My head was spinning.

Susan pointed at my nose and scolded me for being ungrateful.

If it was not for Samantha, no one would have remembered me and came to get me.

Charles brought Samantha away quickly. Derek took the opportunity to kick me hard twice in the chaotic situation. No one knew Samantha had tricked me. No one remembered that day was my birthday too.

…

Over the next two weeks, more and more items were sent to Samantha. She was so horrified that she dared not step out of the house.

Derek, who sent someone to look for me, grew anxious. He returned home feeling exhausted, but he did not bear any news about me.

"Father, I suspect Celine is serious this time."

He stood in front of Charles and talked about the results of his findings over the past few days. The dozens of private detectives he hired could not find any news about me. I seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. There were not even any transactions on my bank cards.

Charles frowned. I was looking forward to them finally realizing something was wrong.

However, Charles slammed on the table. "It seems she's planned this long ago. She truly wanted to kill Samantha."

"If that is the case, I'll take Samantha away from here. We'll see if Celine takes any further action." Derek's eyebrows squeezed tightly. At that moment, they believed that Samantha's safety was of the utmost importance.

Samantha went to hide in another house as a temporary measure.

Out of the blue, Derek received news about me.

The police had already set up a cordon when he brought my parents to the house where I was tortured and killed. A strong smell of blood could be smelled even from a far distance.

"What's going on?" My parents wanted to question me but were stopped.

Derek stopped my parents and called my cell phone. "Celine, where have you been? Get out here!"

The line was silent for a long time.

"I am the Director of the Criminal Investigation Team of Sun City. What's your relationship with the owner of the phone?"

Derek was stunned. The Director of the Criminal Investigation Team?

Susan stumbled a few steps backward. "Did Celine kill someone?"