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The conversation between us was strangely harmonious, almost unnervingly so.
Thinking of the bodyguards who had taken Julia away, I couldn’t resist asking, “How’s Julia?”
“Dead.”
His tone was calm, as if he were casually discussing his breakfast.
A chill ran down my spine. I grew tense, fully alert in his presence. The news of Julia’s death had been kept
tightly under wraps–even my parents were unaware.
When they called me, their voices were filled with panic.
“Where are you? Did you see Mr. Kramer? How’s Julia? You have to tell him it was you! Beg him not to blame
Julia!”
“This is your fault, too–you didn’t stop your sister! You were part of this! If Mr. Kramer wants revenge, don’t think
you can escape it!”
“Admit it! Take the blame now, and when you return, your father, Julia, and I will owe you forever. Do you hear
me?”
I stayed silent, not because I agreed, but because Albert was standing so close–so close that I could feel his
steady heartbeat and the faint warmth of his breath.
Sweat began to bead on my forehead. When I finally spoke, my voice trembled.
“I haven’t seen Mr. Kramer, and I won’t confess to something I didn’t do. Julia’s an adult–she should take
responsibility for her actions. I warned her, but she didn’t listen. If anything happens, don’t blame me!”
My resolute tone only fueled their rage. They started shouting obscenities over the phone.
Just as I was about to hang up, Albert calmly took the phone from me.
“Have you cursed enough?” he said, his voice chillingly composed. “I’ve sent you a big gift. Be sure to sign for it.”
“You won’t see Julia again, but I’ll generously provide a portrait of her–for Alice’s sake, of course.”
Before my parents could respond, the sound of sirens echoed through the phone.
My face turned pale.
“Did you call the police?” I asked Albert, my voice trembling. “You told them not to get involved!”
He smiled faintly. “Who said this is about the child? It’s about you.”
He ended the call and turned to me.
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“You saved my son without asking for credit. I know you’re nothing like Julia.” His gaze was steady. “But as I said, I always distinguish between gratitude and resentment. I’ll repay you in my own way.”
With that, he left the ward, leaving behind a single document.
It was a test report bearing both my name and Julia’s. My heart sank as I read the last line: Julia and I were not biologically related.
She wasn’t my sister.
The phone rang again–it was the police. They informed me my parents had been taken into custody.
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He engea τne call and turned to me.
“You saved my son without asking for credit. I know you’re nothing like Julia.” His gaze was steady. “But as I said, I always distinguish between gratitude and resentment. I’ll repay you in my own way.”
With that, he left the ward, leaving behind a single document.
It was a test report bearing both my name and Julia’s. My heart sank as I read the last line: Julia and I were not biologically related.
She wasn’t my sister.
The phone rang again–it was the police. They informed me my parents had been taken into custody.
I rushed to the station with the report in hand. My parents greeted me with venom, convinced I had called the
police.
But when they read the report, their words died on their lips.
During the interrogation, they admitted the truth: I was an adopted child. They explained that I had been separated from my biological family for so long that finding them would be nearly impossible.
At that moment, everything became clear. Their favoritism toward Julia finally made sense.
I didn’t say another word to them. I left the station, clutching the investigation results.
That night, while I was packing my belongings, Albert sent me a video.
In it, Julia was pierced by steel bars, her eyes wide open in death–exactly as I had died in my previous life.
He mentioned he had shown the video to my parents as well. They’d gone mad on the spot.
The police had since called psychiatrists, and it seemed likely my parents would spend the rest of their lives in a mental hospital.
It was a fate worse than prison.
I didn’t reply to Albert’s message. I focused on packing my things, determined to leave.
But when I arrived at the airport, Albert’s men stopped me.
Albert stood at the front, his expression slightly awkward.
“We need a nanny to look after the child,” he said. “Are you interested? You can name your terms.”
From his phone, I could hear the child’s cheerful voice through a video call.
“Dad, why are you using me as an excuse? Coward! Shame on you!”
I froze, my face growing warm. For reasons I couldn’t explain, I felt my ears turning red.
As I considered running, the child’s voice came again.
“Alice, if you leave, I won’t keep your secret!”
“Dad! Alice said you-”
Albert hastily ended the call, looking flustered.
“I promise! I’ll stay!” I blurted, embarrassed. “But this kid… he’s talking nonsense!”
Albert smirked faintly. “Then please, teach him some manners. He’s a little devil who won’t listen to anyon