Dear Brother, You Never Protected Me

In the next two days, Gael treated Yara like the apple of his eye, fearing that she would be in danger.

Larry, who wanted to know how I was doing, got annoyed by my brother's ignorant attitude.

He said worriedly, "Rose has been out of touch for so long. You should go and find her. I'm not going to persuade you to reconcile, but just make sure she's okay."

My brother's face darkened when he heard this.

"Larry, Rose has done unforgivable things. If she knew she was wrong, she wouldn't have repeatedly targeted Yara. She is someone without manners and with a cruel heart!

"I feel guilty towards Yara. I must take good care of her. Rose will bully Yara again if she comes back!"

He sneered. "Don't worry, someone who ran away at the first sign of trouble, how could anything happen to her? The people who are with her might be in trouble instead."

He continued to speak, his mouth opening and closing.

I listened for a long time, so long that I couldn't hear his voice anymore. My mind drifted away, far away to the point where I couldn't recall what his last kind words to me were like.

Then the call between my brother and Larry was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Mr. Xavier, there's a package for you. It's quite heavy."

Gael took the package with a puzzled expression and placed it on the floor. He picked up a pair of scissors to open it.

I stared at the box, and my heart beating faster and faster.

There were still bloody marks from my fingerprints on the bottom of the box.

Before I died, I watched the murderer put the photos of me being abused and my severed hand into it.

He handed the cardboard box in front of me and said with a taunting and sinister tone, "This is a gift for your brother."

As Gael began to open the package, I couldn't control my trembling.

"Gael, soon you will know that I truly didn't deceive you." I silently repeated these words in my heart.