Chapter 6

The painful memories flashed by, ending as quickly as they came.

In the blink of an eye, my parents were happily chatting in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

The dining table was filled with Liam’s favorite dishes.

How ironic. Not only did they not know what I liked to eat, but they didn't even care that I was severely allergic to some foods.

The difference between being loved and being hated was truly vast.

As the food in Liam’s bowl piled up like a small mountain, my parents showed no signs of stopping.

Liam finally blocked his bowl with a helpless laugh. "Okay, okay, that's enough, guys. You've given me too much."

But my parents ignored him, using their forks to pile even more food onto his plate until there was physically no room left.

They smiled warmly at Liam.

"Eat up, Liam. You're recovering. You're always so scared of your brother. Now that he’s finally not around, the three of us can have a peaceful family dinner."

"The three of us." So, from beginning to end, I was never considered family.

What "recovery"? Liam only had a tiny scratch, yet they made such a massive scene out of it.

Meanwhile, my body was lying mutilated and rotting in a deserted ravine. Did anyone care?

Liam nodded, looking around the house with a hint of worry. "But Ethan will find out about this house sooner or later. What if he throws a tantrum? You guys work so hard, and I hate to see you stressed..."

He choked up, grabbing my mother's hand as a few tears rolled down his cheeks.

My mother's heart melted instantly. She quickly comforted him, "Don't worry, sweetie! Even if he finds out, there's nothing he can do. I'm going to transfer the deeds of both houses to your name. That parasite won't get a single penny."

Hearing this, a flash of pure excitement shot through Liam's eyes, so fast he barely managed to hide it. "Really?"

My mother smiled, patting his hand. "When has Mom ever lied to you?"

Liam was ecstatic, his filial act completely vanishing in his excitement.

I stood there, watching him, a cold sneer forming in my ghostly heart.

They ignored the son who genuinely cared for them, yet cherished the one who only saw them as ATMs.

I just wanted to leave this suffocating room.