Chapter 3My Three Sisters Locked Me in the Cellar for Their Adopted Brother, and They Went Mad After My Death

Tyler tugged on Maeve's sleeve, his voice wavering: "Don't be angry anymore. It's my fault for having allergies. I'm sure big brother didn't mean it. Please don't blame him!"

Maeve's expression instantly hardened. "That brat! We've spoiled him too much, letting him develop such an arrogant personality."

Amelia's eyes flashed with anger: "He's gotten more and more spiteful as he's grown up. Tyler wouldn't be in this state if it wasn't for him!"

Tyler deliberately exposed his arms, still slightly red from the allergic reaction, to the sisters.

Eloise gently stroked the fading rash. "Does it still hurt, Tyler?"

Tyler hung his head, his voice trembling as if about to cry: "It doesn't hurt... really..."

Amelia's temper flared. "If we'd been even a little later getting to the hospital, it could have been life-threatening! And he hasn't even sent a single message to check on Tyler. He clearly doesn't regret his actions at all!"

Maeve fumed: "Go drag that brat out here to apologize! I refuse to believe he's so stubborn he won't admit his mistake!"

Amelia and Eloise chimed in angrily: "He only acts tough because he has our support. Now that he's done something wrong, he needs to face the consequences!"

They turned to the housekeeper, faces livid: "What are you waiting for? Go bring that ungrateful boy here! And bring our riding crops - if Wesley hadn't deliberately used seafood, Tyler wouldn't have suffered in the hospital for three days!"

"It's time we taught him a proper lesson about family values!"

The housekeeper had no choice but to hurry off.

I let out a bitter laugh. My sisters hadn't even bothered to investigate before jumping to conclusions about my guilt.

Three days ago, Tyler had asked for soup. Wanting to please him, I'd volunteered to make it. He'd even given me a small packet of seasoning, saying he wanted that flavor. I tasted it - just simple seafood stock.

Who could have guessed it was the source of his allergies?

Wasn't Maeve supposed to be a brilliant businesswoman? How could she not see through such an obvious ploy for attention? If this wasn't favoritism, what was?

In my sisters' hearts, I would never be as important as Tyler. I felt a wave of despair.

But it didn't matter anymore. I was already dead in that storage room. My sisters could give Tyler all their love now.

"Miss, we've been calling for the young master, but there's no response at all."

"We can't hear any breathing from inside!"

Maeve's brow furrowed as she stood up abruptly, her face cold with anger:

"What game is he playing now? Does he think it's beneath him to apologize to Tyler?"

"Doesn't he understand he nearly killed you this time?!"

Tyler tugged at Maeve's sleeve again, his voice mournful: "It's okay, I'm just an orphan. I don't deserve an apology from big brother."

That was the last straw for Maeve. Her fury exploded:

"Using such a cheap tactic for attention - does he really think I can't see through it?"

"He's dreaming if he thinks playing mute will get him out of this! Clearly my punishment was too light!"

"Let's go drag him out. I'd like to see how he tries to avoid this! He WILL kneel and apologize to Tyler!"