Chapter 2My Three Sisters Locked Me in the Cellar for Their Adopted Brother, and They Went Mad After My Death

I died from lack of oxygen in that storage room.

When I regained consciousness, I found my spirit hovering near my three step-sisters. They had just returned to the mansion with Tyler. Maeve and Amelia were fussing over him:

"Thank goodness we got you to the hospital in time. You're recovering so quickly!"

Eloise added solicitously: "The doctor said you're still weak and need to build up your strength." She heaped more food onto Tyler's plate.

A housekeeper hesitantly spoke up: "Miss, the young master hasn't made a sound in the storage room for three days now..."

Maeve snapped: "Today is about Tyler coming home from the hospital. Don't bring up that troublemaker."

The housekeeper tried to continue, but was silenced by Amelia and Eloise's icy glares.

"That brat must have known about Tyler's allergy and deliberately cooked with seafood," Amelia fumed.

"And here I thought he was finally starting to accept Tyler. It was all premeditated!" Eloise added.

Tyler put on a frightened expression and said timidly: "Big brother's been punished because of me for so many days. Won't he be angry when he comes out?"

Maeve's face hardened. "Don't worry, Tyler. We've been too lenient with him. This punishment will teach him not to bully you anymore."

She pulled out her phone, refreshing our chat history. I hadn't sent a single message or called in three days. Maeve grew even angrier.

"That ungrateful brat hasn't even bothered to check on Tyler after all this time!"

Tyler grasped Maeve's hand, his voice trembling: "I don't want to cause trouble between you and big brother. I just wanted to spend time with you all, not take anything away from him."

Maeve stroked Tyler's head tenderly. "You're so kind, Tyler. Unlike that ungrateful boy - he's nothing but trouble."

Amelia's eyes flashed coldly as she thought of me: "Imagine hurting family just for attention. How despicable!"

Eloise nodded in agreement. "Unless he's ready to kneel and beg Tyler's forgiveness, I say we kick him out for good!"

I stood there listening, feeling nothing but bitter amusement. My sisters couldn't see or sense my spirit at all.

After our parents died when I was young, my three step-sisters had devoted themselves to raising me. One day I mentioned wanting a friend my own age, so they adopted Tyler from an orphanage.

I welcomed Tyler with open arms, but he constantly manipulated my sisters against me, making them grow more distant by the day.

This time was no different. They locked me in that storage room without a second thought.

I struggled and gasped as the air grew thinner. I pounded on the door, pleading for them to let me out.

But my sisters were unmoved. They berated me:

"Stop yelling! This is your own fault. Tyler wouldn't be suffering if it wasn't for you!"

"We've clearly been too soft on you. Stay in there and think about what you've done!"

Amelia even wrapped chains around the door. Eloise piled heavy objects in front to block any chance of escape.

Now, watching Tyler's fake smiles, I felt a surge of bitter disappointment.

Sisters, the brother who loved you most in this world is dead - killed by your own hands!