Chapter 4My Three Sisters Locked Me in the Cellar for Their Adopted Brother, and They Went Mad After My Death

I found myself following my sisters, my heart growing heavier with each step.

Fueled by anger, the three sisters soon arrived at the storage room door.

"Wesley, hiding in there silently won't let you escape punishment!" Maeve called out.

But there was no sound from inside the room.

Amelia's face darkened further. "Wesley, what are you playing at? Get out here and apologize to Tyler on your knees!"

"Don't think you can avoid the consequences of hurting Tyler by hiding in there, turning off your phone, and ignoring us!"

Eloise's eyes blazed with fury as she shouted: "Wesley, you've really gone too far! You just can't stand us being kind to Tyler, can you? Is this silent treatment supposed to guilt us into backing down?"

"Do you really think hiding in there and refusing to speak will make us give in?"

The storage room remained silent.

Maeve turned to the trembling housekeepers, her voice cold: "What are you all shaking for? Tell the truth - did that brat bribe you to let him out secretly?"

Amelia snorted: "With his nasty personality, he probably couldn't stand being in there and got the staff to let him out as soon as we left."

Eloise's eyes filled with disappointment: "You can't even face the consequences of nearly killing Tyler? Is this really the brother I thought I knew?"

"Does he think we only have him for a brother?"

A housekeeper finally stammered out: "Miss, we wouldn't dare let him out without your permission!"

"The young master has truly been in there for three whole days now."

Maeve stared at the still-quiet storage room, a flicker of unease crossing her face.

She stepped forward and yanked hard on the door several times, but it wouldn't budge.

"Wesley, this is ridiculous! I've unlocked it, why are you still holding the door shut? Stop this nonsense!"

I looked at the warped door, remembering how I'd frantically tried to force it open while suffocating, desperate to survive. But the door had been too solid - not even a crack appeared. I could only die, gasping for air.

Sisters, when you see my body, will you finally show me even a scrap of love? Will you at least bury me next to our parents?

Maeve grew increasingly agitated. She started kicking the door violently.

The warped door cracked open slightly, releasing a foul stench.

A housekeeper trembled as she spoke: "It smells like... a corpse!"

The other two sisters stormed over, faces twisted with rage.

"What corpse smell? He clearly escaped ages ago and just tossed a dead rat in there to trick us!"

"Wesley, do you really think we're that gullible?"

All three sisters began furiously kicking the door. With a final crash, it flew open, releasing an even stronger wave of putrid air. The dark, cramped storage room was exposed to everyone's view.