This Life, My Sister Regrets

I stood on the top of the 18th floor, shivering in the cold wind.

On the LED screen in the center of the square, my elder brother's century wedding with Wendy Jones, the daughter of a famous wealthy family in the city, was being broadcast live.

I dialed a familiar yet unfamiliar number.

"Herbert, happy wedding."

His voice was as indifferent as ever.

"Yvonne, why aren't you dead yet..."

With a smile on my face, I took a leap and answered softly.

"As you wish."

1.

The day my brother returned to the country, he came to Warm Rehabilitation Medical Center to pick me up.

I stood at the doorway, looking towards the sunlight, where a radiant man stood shining in the sun.

Herbert Lake, he is my biological brother. Come to think of it, I haven't seen him in eight years.

I walked towards him with heavy steps, approaching him step by step.

He leaned against the door of the black Maybach, a cigarette pinched between his fingers. The burning end was nearly at his fingertips, yet he seemed completely unaware of the heat.

Dr. Smith, the president of Warm Rehabilitation Medical Center, followed closely behind me, muttering softly, "Yvonne, don't think that just because you're leaving, you can escape our control. I have a hundred ways to bring you back!"

"Remember who you are," she added.

My body stiffened, and I immediately stopped in my tracks, nodding vigorously.

She kindly escorted me to my brother.

Herbert frowned slightly and instinctively reached out to take the backpack from my hand.

I quickly took a few steps back.

"I can manage it myself."

Herbert said nothing. Once he got into the car, he floored the accelerator and sped away.

Thinking back to my childhood, a mist seemed to cloud my eyes.

In the past, Herbert was the person who cared for me the most in the world. No matter what trouble I got into, he would stand in front of me and argue with our parents on my behalf.

Even if we were being beaten, he would still shield me with his own body.

"Yve is my little princess; no one can hurt you."

When did he start to change?

Eight years ago.

In order to celebrate my birthday, Mom and Dad drove back all night.

Unexpectedly, they collided with a truck on the way.

And never woke up again.

I remembered clearly that my brother knelt beside their bodies, crying out in anguish.

He shakily raised his hand, pointing at me and accusing, "You broom star! It’s you who caused Mom and Dad’s death! If it weren’t for you, how would they have died?"

I would never forget the look in his eyes.

It was as if the one who had killed Mom and Dad was not the truck driver, but me.

Later, we two were taken in by the Jones family.

Herbert, being exceptionally talented, was arranged by Mr. Jones to study abroad, and he was away for eight years.

2.

At this moment, Herbert took the initiative to speak.

"Wendy told me you were ill. Why didn’t you call and let me know?"

'Am I sick?'

'I think I am indeed sick.'

When we first arrived at the Jones family, the Jones couple treated us very well.

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