Chapter 2Poisoned My Brother; Three Years Later, He Returned for Revenge—Unaware It Was My Plan

Three years later.

It was late at night, and I was in my lab, working on a new poison that had come to me in a sudden burst of inspiration.

The Snow family was well-known in the medical field in the United States, but I had a preference for crafting ancient poisons. Things like the Laughing Death Poison, One-Day-Kill Powder, and the infamous Five-Poison Dust—I knew them all.

Suddenly, my phone rang.

“Hello, is this Grace? Daniel had too much to drink, and you’re listed as his emergency contact. Could you come pick him up?”

I sighed, setting down the glass vial. “Alright, where are you?”

Ten minutes later, I was standing outside the private club lounge.

As soon as I walked in, Daniel, thoroughly drunk, waved at me excitedly.

“Grace! You’re here! Come, I’ve got someone I want you to meet. He’s the eldest son of the Song family—just back from overseas!”

I smiled as I turned to greet this new acquaintance.

But when my eyes met those familiar, cold eyes, my purse slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a thud.

“I’m sorry,” I quickly knelt down, using the moment to cover my panic.

It was him...

Even though his face had changed, I recognized him instantly. The one person I thought I’d never see again—my brother.

The one whose picture had been on a gravestone for the past three years. Everyone believed he had died in a tragic accident… my brother, Ethan.

“Grace, you’re always so clumsy.”

Daniel staggered over to help me pick up the lipstick that had rolled out of my purse.

As he stood up, he almost lost his balance. I quickly steadied him, but at that moment, I heard a low chuckle from behind me.

I couldn’t help but turn, briefly locking eyes with that same cold gaze.

In the past…

Those eyes had been like a clear mountain stream, so pure, so gentle.

He always used to call out to me with that dependent tone: “Sister! Sister!”

“Sis, you’re back! I missed you so much!”

I looked down, hiding the tears welling up in my eyes from the readers’ view, my lips moving in silence.

The chat exploded with comments:

"Ha! Grace must be shaking in her boots! My boy has come back, and her days are numbered. I can’t wait to see how he’s going to make her pay!"

"Oh my God, I can read lips! Did she just say ‘Ethan, I missed you too’?! What the hell?!