Chapter 4My Dying Gift: A VLOG of Revenge

I sent all the recorded videos to my sister, Rowan. She knew about my illness and my plan. Our family relations were always distant. Under our father's influence, my sister had always believed I was the reason she grew up without a mother.

"Myles, your cancer is your karma. You should have paid for Mom's life a long time ago." That was the first thing she said to me after learning of my illness.

I promised her the company, and she agreed to play the video at my funeral.

My phone kept flashing on and off, a relentless stream of messages. It was Sera, the IP address indicating she was overseas.

"Myles, don't worry, I'll definitely make it back for the family dinner tomorrow night."

"You're not mad, are you?"

"Myles, you have to understand. Leo threatened to kill himself, I had no choice but to go."

"That's a human life at stake! I can't just stand by and do nothing!"

My lips felt numb, my limbs heavy. Messages popped up on the screen, one after another, until I gradually lost consciousness.

As I fell to the ground, the question in my heart remained unanswered:

"Sera, how miserable will your end be?"

My soul drifted out of my body. I watched my own pale, rigid form lying on the floor. Perhaps my deep unwillingness to accept my fate touched the heavens, granting me this chance to stay and witness their end.

My phone had one bar of battery left, the message list already 99+. Sera had just sent me one last message.

"Myles, stop making a scene."

"My flight might be delayed, so go to the old family estate and wait for me first."

I scoffed. My consciousness traveled to the Harrison estate, waiting for the show to begin.

Sera seemed to be in a hurry; her tie was still crooked. She ran breathlessly into the estate.

"Grandpa, where's Myles?"

"I need to talk to him about something first."

Grandpa Harrison looked flustered, his brows still furrowed.

"Sera!"

"Always rushing around like this, what kind of manners are those?"

"And from now on, you can't let Leo run wild just because he's throwing a tantrum. Our Harrison family isn't completely free from the Rowan family's support. If he hadn't insisted on going abroad to study design back then, and you hadn't secretly embezzled company funds, the company wouldn't have ended up in such a state."

"You can't afford to anger Myles away, so rein in your temper!"

Sera's brows furrowed instantly, her eyes flashing with annoyance.

"Grandpa! Why are you still talking about that now?"

"If Myles hears any of this, everything will be ruined!"

Watching this, my heart still ached. So, the company's financial black hole I had worked myself to death to fix was all Leo's doing. And her kindness to me before? It was merely a calculated act, preying on my ability to revive her company.

"Myles? What Myles?" Grandpa Harrison asked, bewildered by her agitated tone.

Sera froze for a second, then panic flashed in her eyes.

"Myles… he hasn't arrived yet?"

She sighed, pulled her phone from her pocket, and dialed my number. After three calls with no answer, standing rooted to the spot, she finally grew anxious.

"Answer the phone, Myles!"

She paced frantically, stamping her foot a few times in frustration. Grandpa Harrison suggested they sit down; the entire family was already assembled. Just as Sera sat at the dining table, a call came in.

I clearly saw her face shift from excited joy to confused bewilderment.

Rowan's voice came through the phone. "Sera, come to Myles's funeral tomorrow."