Chapter 8 Joseph and Thomas took Sarah's medication to the lab for testing. The results came back quickly, and they were indeed vitamins. "She lied to us." Thomas stared at the report, his hands trembling slightly. "Her panic attacks, her allergies... They're all fake." Joseph's face turned ashen, his chest heaving. If the illness was fake, then what about her tears and protests? "Let's go to the hospital!" Joseph's eyes were bloodshot. "Now! We're going to bring Cynthia home!" They stormed into the hospital. Thomas' glasses had gone crooked from running as he bellowed, "Give us Cynthia's body!" It was still the same kind doctor who looked at the two usually high-and-mighty CEOS with disdain. "Mr. Sinclair, are you joking? If Ms. Sinclair's corpse could speak, she'd definitely tell you to get away and not to touch her!" I floated nearby, unable to help nodding in agreement. "She's our family!" Joseph was still struggling, trying to use family relations to pressure her. "When she was alive, did you treat her like family?" The doctor didn't budge. "Where were you when she was tortured by illness, when you threw her out of the house, and when your so-called real sister beat her to death? Now that she's dead, you suddenly remember she's family? Too late! "Since you can't provide proof of your relationship with her, the hospital reserves the right to refuse." "We..." Thomas tried to explain but felt too guilty to even convince himself. "Get out!" The doctor pointed at the door. "Take your pathetic, hypocritical guilt that came too late and get lost!" I couldn't help but applaud her. If I were still alive, we would've definitely become good friends. The two men's faces were paler than mine after being dead for two days. Thomas took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady. "We can leave, but we want to know if Cynthia left behind any belongings? Clothes, jewelry... Anything?" The doctor rummaged through a drawer and pulled out an old phone in a clear evidence bag, tossing it to Thomas, who was closest to her. "This was found when we dealt with her body. It's the only 'memento' you can take," the doctor said coldly, then turned and walked away. Thomas instinctively caught it as Joseph moved closer. My spirit also floated near out of curiosity. This phone recorded all my struggles and despair. "The passcode..." Joseph said quietly, his finger hovering over the screen. Thomas was silent for a few seconds, then tried entering a date-0324. It was the day Joseph rescued me from hell and brought 1/2 me back to the Sinclair residence. The screen unlocked. The phone's wallpaper was a photo of the three of us in the garden, me holding flowers and smiling brilliantly. When they found my chat history with Sarah, they trembled as if they'd been burned. "Cynthia, I heard you got first place on the exam again? Amazing. But don't you think Joe and Tom would prefer seeing you not outshine me?" "Don't leave after school tonight. My friends want to meet you.' "Joe hit you today, didn't he? Poor thing. But that's what you get for not listening." "Remember, you're worthless in this house." Even worse were the videos. Sarah's friends were pulling my hair and clothes, writing vulgar obscenities on my body. I kept my head down, saying nothing. If I fought back, Sarah would cry to Thomas and Joseph that I was bullying her again. What awaited me then would be more severe punishment. Finally, there were my notes. "My stomach hurts again today. It's so bad I can't sleep. But Joe and Tom say I'm faking it and won't give me medicine. Well, I guess I'll just endure it." "I think I'm sick... It hurts so much...' "God, please take me away." IP Joseph's hands shook so badly that he could barely hold the phone. He let out a strangled sob. Thomas stared at the screen, his eyes red-rimmed like someone had stabbed him in the heart. They finally understood what I had endured after Sarah's return. Just as regret and pain were about to drown them completely, the phone actually buzzed.