The whole family called doctors, anxiously giving Ann every examination, ensuring she was okay before finally remembering me.
My father said to a server nearby, "Go let Isabelle out. She's been locked up all night. She should have learned her lesson by now."
The server had just reached the door when he bumped into the yacht manager running in a hurry. "Mr. Lawrence, it's terrible! Miss Isabelle... she jumped into the sea last night! Only left behind a phone. There's a recording from last night in the room!"

"Miss Isabelle was framed!"
My parents jolted. My brother was full of disbelief.
He snatched my phone, its screen already shattered, and tried to press play, but the screen went completely black.
"What recording? What framing? Explain clearly!" My brother grabbed the manager's collar, grind his teeth.
Ann, who had just been playing weak in bed, turned pale, as if thinking of something.
Trembling, she got out of bed, rushed over, and hugged my brother,on the verge of tears. "Last night, when Isabelle let those fans bully me, she must have been recording."

"I know she resents those anti-fans for hurting her like that, but no one can prove those people were my fans! How could Isabelle do this? Isn't she afraid I'll have psychological scars? Wuwuwu..."
Hearing this, my brother's eyes regained their compassion.
He patted Ann's back. "Don't be afraid. If that's the case, we'll ignore the recording for now!"
Ann sighed in relief and tried to say more, but my brother had already stuffed my phone back into his pocket.

My parents were beside themselves with anxiety, asking the yacht manager if he was sure, if I was hiding to scare them.
The manager's face turned red. "Impossible! That room only has one window. The door was locked. We searched everywhere and couldn't find the young lady. Only that window was open!"
But Ann was dismissive, pouting and muttering, "Isabelle probably bribed the guard to let her out last night. Her legs and hands are broken; how could she possibly jump out the window by herself?"
"Or maybe those big men who jumped out the window came back for her and took her away!"
"Isabelle is so muddled! To avoid punishment for harming me, she'd actually collude with such people..."
For ten years, she had always used this kind of mystifying to make my parents and brother misunderstand me.
Before, they had unconditionally believed Ann's words, but now they felt something was wrong.
After all, Isabelle was their blood-related family. How could they let Ann slander her like this in front of outsiders?!
"Enough! Isabelle isn't that kind of person. I will find those people from last night. Then the truth will come out!" My father interrupted her, frowning deeply.
My brother also stared at Ann with a malicious and insidious gaze. "And this recording, I will have someone fix the phone and extract it. Ann, she is your sister. You can't definitively slander her without evidence!"
My mother was on the side, anxiously wiping tears. "Stop talking! Let's go find my Isabelle!"
They left Ann behind and quickly went to the room where I was held.
All they found were two shocking bloody handprints on the windowsill.
That was from me gritting my teeth and climbing up alone, my hand wounds splitting open and bleeding.
I knew that if I didn't leave soon, this family would eventually kill me for Ann's sake.
They were never my family.
My mother rushed to the window, touching the dried blood, crying bitterly.
A complex emotion also flashed in my brother's eyes. "Isabelle, why are you so foolish?!"