Chapter 8
My heart skipped a beat, but I managed a strained smile.
“Detective, I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
Then I tried to follow the crowd downstairs.
But Thompson angrily grabbed my arm and shouted.
“Emma Wilson, stop pretending!”
“I checked thoroughly–your parents did have two daughters, but you’re the younger one!”
“From the beginning, you never had a little sister–you had an older sister!”
He held me in place, unable to move.
But inside, a storm was raging.
Thompson was right.
Before me, my parents had another daughter, my older sister, Lily Wilson.
She was beautiful, smart, and from childhood
5ymous with obedience and good behavior.
She was the model student, the perfect daughter in everyone’s eyes.
But in her senior year of high school, she left a letter and disappeared.
After reading the letter, my parents burned it and never mentioned this daughter again.
A few years later, my parents adopted a little girl from an orphanage, and suddenly I had a little sister.
From that day forward, my parents occasionally looked at my little sister with guilty expressions.
But whenever I tried to understand the source of those looks, they would change the subject or dismiss my concerns.
I had convinced myself I was overthinking things.
Until my little sister jumped to her death, leaving that note, after which our family members killed themselves one by one.
Only then did I realize my parents had been hiding something from me.
When I heard my little sister’s final words, I could hardly believe my ears.
Could such a coincidence really exist in this world?
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Chapter 8
The horror of it nearly overshadowed my grief at Mom’s death.
Detective Thompson had clearly uncovered something, but I couldn’t let him detect any other irregularities.
Looking around, 1 faced him with tear–filled eyes and raised my voice.
“Detective, LET GO!”
“My mom just died. I need to go to her!”
My voice drew attention from those nearby.
They looked over, and seeing me crying, some began to take my side.
“Yeah, whatever it is, the girl should see her mother first!”
“The poor thing just lost her mom. Nothing’s more important than that right now!”
“Exactly, how heartless can you be, stopping her like this?”
As people began murmuring and reporters sensed something unusual, raising their cameras to record the scene,
Detective Thompson clearly became concerned about public opinion. He looked at me reluctantly,
Lowering his voice to say:
“Emma Wilson, once you’ve handled your mother’s funeral, we need to talk.”
“I’m sure you don’t want your family members to have died in vain!”
I nodded obediently.
But I knew in my heart that only I could solve this.
