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

Seeing that my brother was in such a bad state, Captain Lewis forced him to put down the case and take a day off.

As soon as my brother got in the car, he sent a message to Freya Scott, telling her not to open the door for strangers.

"I'll be home soon. Look in the fridge and find something to eat first."

I was close to him, close enough to hear the trembling fear in his voice.

Sadness and bitterness rose uncontrollably in my heart.

My brother kept hitting the gas pedal all the way because Freya didn't reply to his message immediately.

But when he reached the last intersection, my brother suddenly changed direction.

I finally couldn't control my emotions when I saw my brother step into a dessert shop.

He hesitated at the door for only two seconds before resolutely walking in.

He went straight to the pastry area, grabbed a chocolate cake, paid, and left.

After getting in the car, he opened his phone and still didn't see any reply. A hint of urgency flashed in his eyes.

The next second, he sent a voice message to Freya,

"I bought your favorite Chocolate cake. Please don't be mad at me. The reason I left your graduation ceremony that day was because there was a sudden case at the bureau."

His tone carried coaxing and gentle affection, a side of him I had never seen before.

He regarded the cake with my name on it as a scourge.

But in order to please his Freya, he could give up his principles.

I will never forget my tenth birthday. Not knowing about my dad's death, I cried and demanded a birthday cake from my brother.

His eyes turned red with hatred, and he shouted at me, a kid,

"Get lost! Don't ever mention the word 'cake' to me again! I will never step into those shops again!"

"Molly, why wasn't it you who died today? Why wasn't it you?! Just die! I can get as many cakes as you want, as long as I can get back my dad..."

I was so frightened by him that I trembled all over and didn't even dare to shed tears.

Every birthday since then, his curses echoed in my ears like a spell.

Tears streamed down my face, and my brother hurried home, took the keys, and opened the door.

Freya came out of the kitchen with a smile on her face, holding a dessert she had baked.

There was a light in her eyes when she saw my brother.

"Harry? What are you doing back? I haven't finished making this yet!"

The scent of cream filled every inch of the living room, and I couldn't stop trembling.

My fear of her had become a physiological response ingrained in my bones.

But my brother only frowned for a moment, and his gaze fell on the baking tray in her hands. He rushed towards her like an arrow.

"These things are too hot. They can pose great danger to you. Don't make these alone at home. If you want desserts, just send me a message, and I'll bring them back for you."

As he spoke, he presented the pastries he had just bought to Freya as if they were treasures.

I bit my teeth so hard that they almost broke.

"Why is he acting like a different person in front of Freya?

He even let her bake desserts in my parents' house and trample on my self-esteem." I wondered.

Although he spoke blaming words, his tone was full of concern and worry.

"Why didn't you reply to my messages? I thought you were mad at me for leaving early on your graduation ceremony."