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After all, you were the one which helped Adrian destroy all the evidence in the first place 1 The Syste after enjoying the show for a moment chimed in (But if you take the best–preserved bracelet and
is for a forensic analysis, you might still be able to prove it. 1
Shut up 1 know I was wrong! He’s a two–faced, heartless monster” my sister screamed internally
Who? Who s talking?”
Is that Celeste, playing tricks?”
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My parents and brother stared at each other, then turned to my sister with a shared, dawning suspicion
leleste’s expression was strange “System” she whispered in her mind run a diagnostic is something wre g? think… I think they can hear us
fter a moment the System’s voice was like a funeral dirge
Host/Host! I know why Noah gave up!]
What… what are you saying?” My sister’s lips were white. A terrifying premonition took hold of her
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he heard everything?”
eleste’s face contorted in horror as her worst fear became reality. “No how could be so that’s why…
he began to weep uncontrollably, her fingers clawing at the floor, her eyes losing focus as if she had faller the deepest, darkest pit of her own making in less than three minutes, tears of blood streamed for he yes, and she lost her voice completely, her breathing becoming almost inaudible
peing her collapse, on the verge of death, the System panicked it delayed fixing the bug and up a lasting
Gogo broadenating information to the other three, hoping they had some shred of complenice zon
Hold then of all the self–sabotaging, foolish things my sister had done
fold them of all the bloody, dark, and vicibus deeds the angelic Julian had consented in secret. The bute) By be had our timafioted against me when was just an unknowing chad was only the get the lezbang,
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My mother hesitated, her eyes on the dusty residue on the floor that might have been my remais na she
heard Julian in the next room, whining that he wouldn’t cooperate with the doctors unless the reade Fami k
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ears suddenly streamed down her face “What what have I been doing?”
Noah was home for over a hundred days, and never once cooked a single meal for him
father’s once–straight back seemed to crumble “Me neither. I never gave him a single dollar
My brothers lips tightened He thought of the three massive storage rooms in the villa filled to bursting with
pitts for an outsider, while their son was still living in the tiny, windowless five–square–meter room next t the servants quarters They had given me so little and I had never complained
Why? He was so obedient, so brilliant Why were we so convinced he was evil?” my brother murmured. H
knew, deep down, that there was nothing left to verify The System had no reason to lie to them. They wer
as insignificant to it as ants
Are you the family of the patient who was in this room?” a nurse asked, knocking on the door. “Do you peop
e not do background checks before allowing visitors? You let a criminal gang, who had just assaulted hun
ess than a day ago, into the room of a PTSD victim to agitate him!”
No wonder his vitals were so unstable this afternoon! You guardians are unbelievably negligent
even signed a letter of forgiveness?”
and you
My parents and brother ignored her tirade, crowding around the copy of the police document she held. The
e under the word “Forgiveness,” was a clear, bold signature Adrian White
My brother made a call A moment later he let out a cold, bitter laugh “He’s already been officially adopte
by his real family. He was just using us as his stupid, disposable pawns
My father, realizing he’d been played, gritted his teeth in fury: “If he doesn’t consider us family, after what hi d to our son. then he’s not going to any Ivy League school. He can go to prison and enjoy some real tortu
My mother, silent, carefully gathered the last of my ashes into a handkerchief: “Before that,” she said be Voice low and hard, he needs to be ruined. His reputation destroyed. And my Noah’s name must be clear
And so, when my sister Celeste finally awoke, she found that Julian’s or rather, Adrians–pants was pe Promiscuity, cheating on exams bullying, hiring hitman the list of his crimes was lords at Hap bet
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weake tater, the story was that Adnan Where had choked to death on his owo rotting flesh
And the thugs who had served him met their own gruesome end at the hands of a rival gang. The same
struments of torture were used on them, and in the end, they were forced to taste their own medicine.
Online, people who had once slandered me wrote daily apologies
But this world it felt rotten to the core
More and more people began to cough up blood
The System desperately tried to gather the scattered fragments of my soul, begging me to stop my sister
madness
Esaid
I will not see them I will not save them.
Let it all burn
