By the time I was on the verge of death, lying like a discarded rag on the cold basement floor, Judy walked in. Her voice, cold and exhilarated, echoed through the room, "He doesn't have long now, but he still has one last bit of value."
She left, and someone approached me with cold instruments.
A sharp needle pierced my body, draining my rare blood, a commodity in high demand.
The chilling feeling spread to every part of my body and I trembled uncontrollably, but I was too weak to make a sound.
As my warm blood flowed out, I closed my eyes and completely lost consciousness.
My father and Judy dumped my body in the wilderness, leaving it for vultures and wild dogs to tear apart.
My father's stepsister was triumphant.
"You filthy scum, this is the fate you deserve, Arthur Best. After all, your mother stole my love. When you meet her in hell, she can relish in your misery! How will she feel? Hahaha, it makes me happy just thinking about it."
2.
After my death, my father and his stepsister sold the treasure, amassing a fortune. With connections I had once helped him build, my father's business empire expanded rapidly, soon making him the wealthiest man in the region.