I beat those homeless men who abused her half‑to‑death, yet I would never again hear her call me “My little Dorian.”
Holding her body, I was drowning in agony.
Meanwhile, my phone was flooded with headlines celebrating “Tech Rising Star Vivienne and Lucian Finally Reunited.”
How could I not hate them?
I handled all of my sister’s funeral arrangements alone.
With a fruit knife in my pocket, I wanted only one thing—to drag them down to hell with me.
At the bell‑ringing ceremony, I charged inside. But I was too naive. Before I could even get close, the security guards pinned me hard to the ground.
In front of the cameras, I screamed and cried, exposing their shamelessness, hoping to destroy them publicly.
But how could I ever be a match for them?
“He was mentally unstable after his sister passed away. He’s caused trouble for everyone. My apologies, but I promise he’ll never have the chance to hurt anyone again.”
When it came to dealing with a helpless orphan like me, they had endless ways and endless strength.
I was jailed for intentional assault.
Two years later, when I was released, the world outside had already changed beyond recognition.