When Noah heard I was kidnapped, his tone didn’t show any emotion.
“After you collect the ransom, remember to bury her far away.” After saying this, he blocked Miles.
I stared at Miles for two days and no one from the Jill Family came to help me.
In those two days, I ate two roasted chickens and five pig's trotters, thinking that if I were to die, I might as well die full.
Miles clicked his tongue. “Well, after raising you for over ten years, even a dog would have some reaction.”
After I finished eating, I looked at him nervously. “Um…can I just be euthanized?” I heard that it wouldn’t hurt.
Miles took my phone, played around with it for a bit and then gave it back to me with his contact information saved.
He even changed his name in my contacts to “Dad.”
Since I was Noah and Yale's sister, this arrangement sort of allowed me to benefit from them.
“From now on, when you’re around Noah and Yale, you have to call me ‘Brother.’”
It was just out of a childish sense of revenge, as if this would make Yale and Noah feel uncomfortable.
I quietly sighed.
Forget about calling him brother.
Even if I called him Dad, they wouldn’t look at me properly, nor would they have any reaction.