The Real Heir and His Family Falls Apart

I cried every day, unable to eat or sleep.

I still hadn’t recovered, and not only was Zoe alive—she was hiding at Victor’s place, enjoying herself with him every night!

My sister and parents heard the noise and hurried over.

My sister sighed at the scene. “Alan, actually, Zoe and Alan loved each other. She originally wanted to divorce you and marry Alan.”

“But now the weather is worsening, and even the Local Civil Registry Office is closed. So Zoe had no choice but to fake her death to be with Alan.”

“And Alan was afraid you’d be heartbroken, so he had no choice but to handle it this way.”

I was so furious with this family that I laughed.

So they all knew and simply thought I was a fool.

“So Zoe and Victor did everything for my sake, and I’m supposed to thank them?” Victor cried pitifully. “It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have fallen for Zoe.” Zoe held him gently. “It’s not your fault at all. Love doesn’t depend on who appeared first.” I clapped mockingly. “Amazing. Now you’re saying it’s my fault? My existence is the problem?” My father scolded me harshly. “Alan, enough! You owe your brother. You lived his life, and now you’re only being asked to give up a woman? That’s already generous.” Tears streamed down, but I smiled.

“Fine. I’m leaving anyway, so it doesn’t matter.” Zoe asked, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going back to my world.” Victor, still sniffling, burst out laughing.

“His dog and friend died, right? Now he wants to die too. He’s threatening suicide over a dog and a servant. Isn’t he crazy?” Zoe laughed loudly. “If Alan dares commit suicide, I’ll eat shit! And I’ll eat it live!” Everyone roared with laughter.

I ignored them and quietly walked back to the third floor.

From the railing, I saw my family downstairs gathered around an old variety show.

A show from ten years ago still made them laugh uproariously.

I silently climbed onto the railing and sat at the edge.

Originally, I planned to die quietly in my room, but now I have changed my mind.

Before dying, I wanted to disgust them a little.

My mother looked up and froze in shock.

“Alan, why are you sitting up there? It’s dangerous! Come down!” Victor snorted. “Little brother, planning to jump? You won’t die from this height.”

Dad barked, “Alan, get down right now! Do you hear me?!”

I took out the euthanasia drug and injected it into my arm without hesitation.

It worked quickly; my consciousness faded, but there was no pain.

In my last moments, I heard my sister shouting, “Didn’t you hear me? Come down! If you dare, jump!”

The next second, I fell headfirst in front of them with a heavy crash.

Blood splashed across their faces.

At that moment, the maid screamed, “This is terrible! Master, Madam, Young Master, Miss! The Infinite Treasure Vault is gone!”