By the time we returned to the Foster family villa, it was already deep into the night.

Blake tossed me onto the sofa in the living room, then went to the liquor cabinet for a bottle of whiskey, drinking in silence.


I knew he was still fuming.

I sat awkwardly on the sofa, like a criminal awaiting sentencing.

"Blake, I..."


"Don't call me brother."

He coldly interrupted me, tilting his head back to take another large gulp of alcohol.


My heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Did he know? Did he know that I knew?

Or was he simply refusing to acknowledge me as his sister anymore?

I didn't dare speak again, leaving only the sound of him swallowing liquor in the living room.

After a while, he put down his glass and walked over to me.

The strong smell of alcohol hit me.

"Vanessa, do you think I'm controlling you too much?"

I remained silent.

This was the biggest conflict between us.

He gave a mocking laugh, as if he had seen through my thoughts.

"So you found Howard, thinking you could use him to escape from me?"

"Don't you understand? He's not at all what you think he is!"

His emotions were a bit agitated, and his voice also rose a few notches.

"I know," I said softly.

Blake was stunned: "What do you know?"

"I know he approached me to get revenge on you."

I raised my head, looking directly into his shocked eyes, and said word by word: "I also know that he planned to kill me on our wedding night."

Blake's pupils suddenly contracted.

The color drained from his face instantly, and he grabbed my shoulders.

"What did you say?!"

His grip was strong, painfully tight on me.

"How did you know about all this?"

I certainly couldn't say that I had been reborn.

I could only tell a half-truth lie: "I... I accidentally overheard his phone call with his friend."

"He said that if I died, you would completely lose your mind."

Blake's body swayed, as if he had received a tremendous shock.

He stared at me intently, his eyes gradually turning red.

"So, you called me not because you had a change of heart, but just to ask for help?"

His voice was terribly hoarse, his eyes full of self-mockery and despair.

Seeing him wounded like this, my heart felt as if it was being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, so painful I could hardly breathe.

I opened my mouth, wanting to explain something, but didn't know where to begin.

Should I tell him that in my previous life, I believed until my death that he was the demon preventing me from pursuing true love?

I could only remain silent.

My silence, in his eyes, was an admission.

He slowly released me, stepped back twice, and forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Fine, very well."

"Vanessa, you truly are my dear sister."

After saying this, he turned around and staggered upstairs.

Watching his desolate figure, my heart felt hollow.

[Ding! New gossip alert!]

[Gossip Target: Howard.]

[Real-time update: Howard's plan has been exposed. Furious and humiliated, he is now contacting people from the black market, preparing to kidnap you, fabricate a story that you eloped for love, and then... eliminate you.]