Once the Fake Son Died, the True Heir’s Lies Fell Apart

"You said your brother had you beaten up! Do you really think I’d believe such a ridiculous lie?"

Matthew fainted the moment he heard that. He grabbed his chest and collapsed backward.

"Joseph, how could you accuse me like that? Are you trying to kill me?"

I let out a cold laugh. "If you’re that eager to die, why don’t you come with me to the rooftop and die together?"

Claire grew mad and stepped forward, gripping my neck. "If you want to die, then do it yourself. But if you dare to provoke Matthew again, I’ll kill you right here!"

I could hardly breathe under her chokehold. Just when I thought I was going to suffocate, she finally let go.

"Get out of my sight! You hear me? I feel sick just looking at you!"

I slowly moved toward the elevator. "I’ll leave! You’ll never see me again."

"Joseph, where are you going? The door’s over there."

Mom ran after me a few steps, but Dad stopped her. "Leave him! Let him go wherever he wants. Matthew’s wedding matters more."

The whole family gathered around to comfort Matthew, none of them realizing I had already reached the rooftop of the hotel.

Standing there, I was just one step away from going home. I waited for the countdown to end. I had to jump exactly when the system told me to, or I wouldn’t be able to return.

Someone noticed me standing on the edge and quickly called the police. The officers arrived soon after and set up an air cushion below.

The wedding had just ended and the Rodriguez Family was walking their guests to the main entrance when they heard that someone was about to jump.

My sister became mad. "Who’s so unlucky to jump off my hotel on my brother’s wedding day?"

"Miss Rodriguez, it’s Joseph!"

Everyone’s expressions changed instantly. Claire started laughing. "Joseph? He’s just pretending. If he really dares to die, I’ll eat shit!"

Matthew collapsed into Claire’s arms. "Why won’t Joseph leave me alone? Why is he so set on destroying me? Maybe I should never come back to the Rodriguez Family. I shouldn’t have lived at all!"

Claire simply held Matthew in her arms. "Mom and Dad, just send Joseph away. As long as he stays here, Matthew will never get better."

Dad gave a serious nod. "Hurry and tell the police to take down the air cushion. Joseph would never really jump. Causing this kind of scene is exactly what he wants."

Cindy paused for a moment, then went out to speak with the police.

"Officers, please remove the air cushion. My brother was only joking, he wouldn’t actually jump."

"If we take down the air cushion, we won’t be responsible if something happens to the suicidal person."

"You don’t have to take responsibility. Joseph doesn’t have the courage to die."

Under the family’s pressure, the police finally removed the air cushion. I let out a breath of relief from above. If that cushion had stayed, I might not have died from the fall.

Claire supported Matthew and was about to point at me on the rooftop and start shouting.

Then, like a falling stone, I hit the ground right in front of the Rodriguez Family and Claire.

A loud crash echoed and blood splashed across their faces.