Echoes of My Demise

On the night I was brutally murdered by a criminal, I called out Oliver Yeager's name repeatedly.

Meanwhile, Oliver was at a glittering ballroom, attending my unrelated sister Jane Mallory's graduation party.

Jane sadly remarked, "Yvette hates me so much that she won't come..."

Oliver casually reassured her, "Don't think about her. Don't let her ruin your mood."

After becoming a ghost, I finally came to accept that Oliver did not love me.

Oliver, however, after my death, swallowed my ashes.

1

On the night of my death, Oliver Yeager and my parents were seated in the banquet hall of Aeston University, attending my unrelated sister's graduation party.

As my soul hovered in the air, I watched my mother, Patricia Sterling, repeatedly attempt to call me, receiving no answer. Frustrated, she cursed me for being rude.

My father, Hyman Mallory, spoke with a cold demeanor, "Text her and tell her that if she can't attend Jane's graduation party today, I'll sever all ties with her!"

They urgently wanted me to come back, not because they wanted to see me, but because they didn't want their beloved daughter, Jane Mallory's graduation ceremony to be incomplete without my blessing as her sister.

Before the age of twelve, I was an orphan.

When I was twelve years old, a luxury car brought me back to the Mallory family.

I thought that after leading a wandering life for twelve years, fate had finally smiled upon me, and I was finally going to have a family.

But as I passed by my parents' bedroom, I overheard their conversation.

Patricia said, "Do you think Yvette might be a bit slow? Why is she so clumsy? Jane learns things in one try, but Yvette just can't seem to grasp them."

"How can you expect a girl from the countryside to be so clever?" Hyman replied irritably.

"We should have just let her stay in the countryside. I don't know why your mom insisted on bringing her back. You know, Jane has cried so many times these days because of her. It breaks my heart."

Hyman agreed, "Who knows? We have put so much effort into Jane, and she is obedient and ambitious. How great it would be if she were our own daughter!"

Patricia said angrily, "I don't care. Jane is my real daughter. As for Yvette, just think of her as an extra mouth to feed, fulfilling your mom's dying wish."

Hyman sighed, "Lower your voice..."

"What's there to be afraid of? That fool wouldn't understand anyway."

I knew that they despised me for not being as excellent as Jane.

I couldn't dance, play any musical instruments, or speak any foreign languages. And I didn't even speak standard English.

I was not as beautiful and lovely as Jane, who could please everyone and make them proud.

I was even a bit slow, learning everything at a snail's pace.

I thought they would eventually see my efforts until they tried to discard me again.

On my thirteenth birthday, they took me and Jane to the amusement park in a neighboring city for the first time.

That day, during the carnival parade, as the crowd surged forward, eve...