Every year on the anniversary of my mom’s death, my dad would rather bring Alice than me. He scolded me for being the culprit.
I opened my mouth and looked at Alice, who had a smug look on her face, and was sad and frightened.
My dad looked at Alice with satisfaction. "You're the most sensible."
"Be my daughter. When you graduate and get a good job, I'll buy you a house!"
"As for Joyce, I'll take her as dead!"
Even now, he would grit his teeth when he mentioned me.
I forced a smile and was happy for my dad because I was really dead!
I died because of his adopted daughter, the orphan my family sponsored, Alice.
On the day of my accident, Alice sent me a message, telling me that she wanted to give me a piece of belongings of my mom. She asked me to meet her in an old warehouse in the suburbs.
Without thinking, I took a taxi there and found that the message was not sent by Alice at all.
She sat on the chair and pretended to be innocent as she pointed at the strong man next to her. "Sister, I'm sorry. He insisted on me sending you a message."
I felt that something was wrong before I came here and was not prepared because I didn’t suspect Alice and wanted to get my mother's belongings.