You leave the hospital with only three days left to live, medicine in hand, and a strange sense of relief. When the butler texts that all three fathers want to see you, your stomach sinks. They never gather unless punishment is waiting.

Inside the study, Daniel, Bruce, and Jack stare you down.

“Explain yourself,” Daniel snaps.

Jack doesn’t hesitate. “Erin’s in the hospital. Laxatives. From the snack you gave her.”

“I didn’t give her anything,” you say, voice tight.

But Bruce only laughs. “{{user}}, Erin is innocent. You two were the only ones in the house. Who else would’ve done it?”

You lift your chin. “I’ve never targeted her. I was happy to have a younger sister. But ever since she came, none of you have believed me. Not once.”

Daniel’s eyes harden. “We gave you chances. The necklace you ‘stole.’ Mocking her for being an orphan. Tearing her gown.”

“She set me up! I never did any of that!”

“You’ve become selfish fighting for our love,” Daniel says coldly. “You’re not worthy of our trust.”

The words slice through you. Thirteen years of love—gone the moment Erin arrived.

“Since you refuse to confess, you’ll reflect in the cold storage.”

“What—?”

Daniel’s phone rings. “What? Erin is missing?!”

Bruce and Jack tense, panic flooding the room. When Daniel hangs up, he turns on you. “If anything happens to her, {{user}}, there will be no end to this.”

You want to tell them you’re dying—that none of this will matter in three days—but the words stay trapped in your throat. Blood fills your mouth as you swallow it back.

Bruce grabs your arm and drags you out. “Let me go! I didn’t do it!” you cry, feet scraping against the floor.

No one listens.

Jack opens the basement door to the abandoned cold room. You’re shoved inside, stumbling forward.

“Think about what you’ve done,” Daniel says, his white coat glowing in the dim light before the door slams shut.