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My stepsister falsely accused me of triggering her allergy, so my three siblings confined me to a small, stuffy basement and secured the entrance.
I feebly knocked on the basement door, pleading with my brothers to release me.
James, my eldest sibling and a business magnate, harshly reprimanded me before departing:
"It's terrible enough that you constantly torment Lily, but intentionally giving her seafood knowing her allergy? Were you attempting to end her life? Remain there and contemplate your actions!"
William, my second brother and an up-and-coming musician, and Henry, my third brother and a brilliant artist, both scoffed:
"Someone as cruel as you is still making justifications and acting like the victim? You can just stay there and face the repercussions!"
With those words, they carried my quivering stepsister Lily in their arms and hurried her to the medical center.
As the air gradually depleted, each inhalation became more difficult until I eventually perished in that basement.
Three days later, when my brothers came back home from the hospital with Lily, they finally recalled my existence.
However, by that time, I had already died from lack of air in that confined basement.
I lost my life due to oxygen deprivation in that cellar.
When I regained awareness, I found my spirit floating beside my three brothers.
They had just returned to their grand house. James and William were carefully assisting Lily, speaking to her with affection:
"We're so relieved we got you to the hospital in time. Your recovery is progressing well."
Henry doted on her with evident worry:
"The physician mentioned your body is still fragile and requires proper sustenance."
He then eagerly presented Lily with a substantial portion of meat.
A household employee tentatively spoke up: "Young sirs, Miss Rachel hasn't made any noise in the basement for three days now..."

Suffocated by Sibling Suspicion, A Ghost's Revenge

With those final words, the call ended abruptly.


James sank to the floor, overcome with grief. Shortly after, a hesitant servant approached, bearing a container.


"Sir, I believe these are the remains of the young lady," he said softly.


Clinging to a faint glimmer of optimism, James sharply addressed the servant, emphasizing each word:


"What do you mean by calling these my sister's remains?"


"Rachel Harper, our sister, has merely vanished. She isn't deceased!"


At that moment, another servant stepped forward, gently presenting James with a document.


"Sir, upon the third young master's order to cremate, we took the initiative to conduct a genetic analysis."


"The results in this report confirm the remains belong to the young lady."


"Please accept our deepest sympathies, sir."


James felt as if he'd been struck by a bolt from the sky.


He remained motionless for several minutes. Then his attention suddenly shifted to Lily, still held by the servants.


Chapter 12