When My Brother Found Out that I was the Victim

Gail's gaze quickly flicked over to his brother, casting a pleading look at Captain Lewis.

Captain Lewis, being perceptive, pieced together the truth from Gail's expression and fragmented words.

"It's Mia, Mr. Cook's elder sister, right?"

Gail nodded with difficulty.

"Yes."

My younger brother staggered backward, accidentally knocking over a potted plant on the table. He hurriedly crouched down to pick it up.

"What did you say?"

Gail took a step back and said slowly,

"It's your sister, Mia."

My younger brother froze while picking up the pot. When he looked up again, his eyes were red.

"Who did you say the deceased is?"

Captain Lewis took the DNA report from Gail, his face full of sorrow.

"This is terrible!"

My younger brother could no longer care about the pot on the ground. It was a green plant his beloved girlfriend had given him, said to bring him good luck.

Ignoring the cherished plant, which was now shattered on the floor, he stood up abruptly and snatched the report from Captain Lewis.

Despite the few lines of text, he mumbled the words, reading them over and over:

"How could this be? How could Mia be dead?"

"She hasn't atoned for her sins yet. Who allowed her to die!?"

My younger brother was acting very strangely. Captain Lewis advised him.

"Mr. Cook, death is irreversible. You should grieve..."

But my younger brother pushed Captain Lewis aside and ran madly towards the morgue.

Annie had already received the news. With red eyes, she was preparing to sew my limbs back onto the torso.

My younger brother swatted the needle from Annie's hand.

"No one is allowed to touch her!"

"This can't be Mia. I want to sew her up myself. I need to prove that this isn't Mia's body!"

Annie's hand froze in mid-air and finally fell limply.

"Mr. Cook, let me do it. You should go rest."

My younger brother, however, seemed to ignore her and began carefully sewing my body.

He worked with such concentration that even though his hands shook violently, the stitches were remarkably neat.

At that moment, he resembled our mother when she used to sew clothes for us.

This was the first time since our parents' deaths that he had taken me seriously, aside from his hatred!

That night, my younger brother didn't go home or stay with his beloved girlfriend, Lucy Savage.

It wasn't until the final stitch was done that his eyes were red from exhaustion.

When Lucy's frantic calls came in, my younger brother yelled at her for the first time ever, "Always demanding! How many times do I have to say I'm not coming back tonight? Can't you be more understanding?"

This was the first time I had ever seen my younger brother angry with Lucy.

He loved Lucy so much, yet he was willing to snap at her!

Lucy, having a sharp temper herself, immediately retorted,

"Luca, what's with your attitude? If you treat me like you do your sister, we're done!"

My younger brother abruptly hung up the phone.

He was a bit stunned.

"I'm even harsher to my sister normally, and she's fine..."

I sat beside him, laughing so hard that tears streamed down my face.

Silly younger brother, it's because your sister loves you, while Lucy doesn't!