When I Died, My Brother was Ordering Flowers for His Adopted Sister

After the meeting, Captain Lewis asked my brother to stay behind and suggested, "Since we don't have any other leads right now, why don't we send the DNA for testing? At least we can confirm the identity of the victim and tell her family about this."

Upon hearing this, my brother furrowed his brows even tighter.

"It's not that I don't want to send it for testing, but it would be difficult in this case. The victim's DNA may pose a challenge."

His words were light, but they weighed heavily on my heart.

The painful memories of suffering suddenly came to my mind, and every inch of my body was torn apart with excruciating pain.

She disappeared eight years ago, and everyone thought the killer had died.

But she took out her eight years of pent-up hatred on me.

Captain Lewis instructed the members of the task force to search for the missing finger along the route followed by the delivery.

However, they only found an abandoned tricycle.

An entire day was gone, but there was no progress in the case.

During the second meeting of the task force, my brother concluded directly.

"This is a revenge killing, identical to the case eight years ago.

"If it's not the same person who committed the unsolved case eight years ago, then it's highly likely that it's a suspect who escaped from that case!"

He sounded weak when uttering the last sentence, making all the people present feel down.

Eight years ago, they lost their captain, the best officer among them.

My brother also lost his qualification as a detective who could wield a gun.

Yet, they still found nothing.

"That fucking beast! What a heartless bastard!"

Unable to contain his anger, Captain Lewis cursed, his face turning blushed.

"Does he think we can't do anything to him like we couldn't eight years ago? Today's technology is much better than what we had back then! He won't escape this time! If we can't catch him, I will resign and go back to my hometown!"

He clenched his hand tightly on the conference table, with veins pulsating at the corners of his eyes.

My brother's eyes were filled with pent-up grudges.

Worried that he might lose control again, Captain Lewis reminded him,

"If it's the same person from eight years ago, I suggest you stay out of this for now. Take a few days to rest and protect your sister."

My brother nodded slightly but took a moment to respond,

"Freya just graduated and was planning to travel abroad with her classmates. I'll continue with the investigation."

Upon hearing this, Captain Lewis' expression darkened.

"Harry, don't forget who your real sister is! Look at what you've been doing for the past eight years. What would your father think if he learned this?"

My brother became somewhat annoyed by the reprimand.

"I know my family affairs better than you do. Molly could betray me, but she would never put herself in danger. She has done such a thing eight years ago!"

The sarcastic tone in his voice hurt my feelings, causing pain in my heart with each breath.

Seeing this, Captain Lewis rubbed his throbbing temples.

"Molly is not that kind of girl. I didn't figure out exactly what happened in that case back then. However, even if it's as you said, your father traded his life for Molly. Why can't you cherish her for your father's sake?"

"After your parents passed away, she is the only family you have in this world."

My brother's eyes turned crimson, tears shimmering.

No matter how much time had passed, whenever that case was mentioned, he would still lose his composure.

My brother roared, "As long as I'm alive, I'll never acknowledge a family who betrayed my father!

"I no longer have parents, and I don't care if I lose that heartless sister!"

It seemed mentioning my name was an insult to our parents.

He gritted his teeth and continued, "She actually ordered a cake for Freya's graduation ceremony that day. It's only been eight years, and she has already forgotten how my father died!"

Tears streamed down my face. How could I forget?

On my tenth birthday, my father collapsed in a pool of blood while bringing me a cake he had bought.

Since that day, desserts have become a common taboo between my brother and me.

How could I ever forget?