Growing up, Aunt Yvonne had always been the kindest to me.

After my mother passed away, she became the one who loved me the most!

However, my father didn't allow her to love me too much.

Because I was a sinner, having such a sinner as a family member was something everyone should have been ashamed of!

My father was furious. He took off his rubber gloves and sternly said, "Her? That sinner? Does she even deserve to celebrate her birthday? She must have entered society now and has aborted several abortions for others! This kind of person deserves to die, and I won't allow you to mention that sinner in front of me!"

My father's words were like knives stabbing my heart.

It hurt so much.

Dad, I had always been your daughter.

Why did you insult and berate me like this?

It wasn't my fault when Mom passed away all those years ago.

I had repented, truly repented for a long time, Dad.

"Neil, it's been so many years already. Ann has suffered enough without a mother." Aunt Yvonne couldn't hold her words any longer.

"If it wasn't for her causing Yara's death, how could I be left without a wife? How could she be left without a mother? This sinner, she should never have been born into this world. Her birth was a mistake from the very beginning! She deserves to die, she deserves to die! Yvonne, remember this, she killed your sister-in-law! Don't mention that damned bastard again!"

Dad's face turned red, his neck swollen, as he inadvertently pointed at the body bag.

A bitter taste filled my mouth, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't utter a word.

It's alright.

Dad, you have gotten what you wanted now.

The one lying here was your most hated daughter.

The evil creature, the sinner!

Mom, Dad was so fierce.

When I see you again, will you still accept me?

I am your child!

I am your own flesh and blood.

While Aunt Yvonne continued to berate him for his unreasonable behavior, she left the house and kept trying to call me.

My phone was turned off, so she started sending me text messages, urging me not to wander around outside.

It's no use, Aunt Yvonne. The one inside the body bag was me.

The DNA results would take about two days to come out, and my body was placed in the morgue.

They couldn't even find something proper for me, so they put me in several jars.

I felt so cold.

When would I be able to leave? I missed my mother so much.

A day later, Aunt Yvonne returned to the police station and went straight to find my father.

She saw him still investigating the surveillance footage.

"I couldn't get through to Ann these past two days. Neil, has she called you or sent any messages?"

My father ignored her, and only a few colleagues working on the case shook their heads in response.

She immediately took out her phone, called me in front of him, but it was still turned off.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off..."

Aunt Yvonne muttered to herself, "Why? It has been two days, why is Ann's phone still turned off?"

She had a bad feeling about it.

She pushed the door open and walked out. Aunt Yvonne, where were you going?

As my father was about to pour himself some coffee, he told her to mind her own business.

Aunt Yvonne glanced at my father, feeling a bit nervous. She asked, "Neil, tell me, have the DNA test results come out?"

"Not yet, Yvonne. What's wrong with you? This is a police station, not a place for you to wander around. If you have nothing else, just leave!"

Aunt Yvonne was about to speak when her phone suddenly rang.

She immediately answered it.

"Ann, is that you? Why didn't you call me earlier? Do you know how worried I've been..."

But this call couldn't be mine.

The voice from the other end of the line made Aunt Yvonne's expression grow more and more serious.

After hanging up the phone, she glared at my father with anger.

"Neil, are you still a father? Ann hasn't been to school for three days. Do you have any sense of responsibility as a father? You're still focused on your investigation, and your mind is only filled with solving mysteries. You haven't even noticed the disappearance of your own daughter. What kind of father are you? What kind of man are you?"

My father's tired eyes were bloodshot.

"Is it reasonable for her not to go to school? She stays out all day and hangs out outside. I can't control her anymore. She can do whatever she wants. Skipping school? I wonder what kind of a troublemaker she will become in society if she won't even graduate!"

Dad, I was already a ghost!

Right beside you.

Haven't you noticed yet?

"Neil, that's enough! Ann may not be perfect, but she is your biological daughter. Her mother died giving birth to her, do you think she had an easy life? Would Yara's spirit forgive you in heaven?"

Aunt Yvonne suddenly grabbed my father's shoulder and forcefully pushed him to the ground.

Her eyes were red and gradually became moist.

As soon as my father looked up, he halted whatever he was about to say.

"The body was found at a pig farm near Ann's school. If I remember correctly, from the day the body was discovered, Ann didn't go to school, right?"

Did she finally realized that the body was mine?

My father waved his hand. "Yvonne, why are you being so neurotic? That sinner got away with killing her mother, so what could happen now? She just resents me for never liking her, and now she's hiding intentionally to make us search for her!"

"Well, Neil, you've done such a great job as a father!"

"She just wants attention. This rebellious kid is beyond anyone's control! Why are you looking at me like that? Fine, I'll call her right now!"

Then he started calling me.

But after three or four attempts, they all turned off'!

"Ann's phone has been turned off for a long time, don't you know? What are you pretending here? She is your own daughter. You're known as the Sherlock Holmes of murder cases, and yet you can't even find your own daughter. If anything happens to her, no one will spare you! You not only caused Yara's death but also the death of your own biological daughter. You are the sinner! A complete sinner!"

Aunt Yvonne's voice choked with tears.

Aunt Yvonne, please don't cry. Let me wipe away your tears.

I wanted to comfort her, but I realized that my ghostly hands couldn't touch her.

My only family in this world who still cares about me, please don't cry for me anymore.

At that moment, someone from the laboratory approached with the test results in hand.

"The DNA results for the murder case from two days ago are out!"

Aunt Yvonne immediately turned around, wanting to saw the report.

It was dimly lit in the room, and she trembled as she brought the repost to the desk.

Dad, soon you will know whether I really wanted to skip school.

The daughter you hated the most is really dead.

But as Dad leaned in to take a closer look, he accidentally spilled coffee onto the paper, causing it stained.

"Neil, what are you doing?"

"It's my fault, I'm just too tired and couldn't hold the cup properly. Can you print another copy of the report?" He looked towards the person from the laboratory.

"My colleagues in the lab are also working overtime. They just took a break, but I'll call them to issue another copy. It might take about half an hour."

"Okay, let me know as soon as the results are out. I will inform the family."

"Okay."

I sighed and aimlessly wandered around, feeling bored.

Yoko arrived at the police station carrying fruits and tonics. My father hadn't been home for several days, so she immediately leaned softly against his shoulder.

"Dad, is the work stress getting to you lately? Why don't you take a vacation? I can accompany you."

"I still need to follow up on the case. Once it's solved, I'll take some time off. I haven't had a chance to spend time with you due to the ongoing investigations. I hope you're not mad at me."

If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I wouldn't have known that my father had such a gentle and caring tone.

"Why would I be mad? You're the best dad in the world. How could I ever be angry with you?"

I floated numbly by their side, watching their deep father-daughter bond.

All that remained in my heart was a bitter smile.

In a trance, it felt as if I had returned to the first time I met Yoko.

She was the girl my father encountered while investigating a case involving human trafficking. She was seven years old at that time and had been sold by criminals to a poor countryside in the mountains.

Without any identity or knowledge of her biological parents, my father took pity on her and brought her home, naming her Yoko Ford.

"Ann, from now on you have a little sister. I won't allow you to bully her, do you hear me?"

At that time, my father already disliked me, so he found another child he could love and care for.

Yoko was very intelligent, and she understood our relationship.

On her first day at our home, during dinner, she piled a lot of meat onto my plate.

"Ann, you should eat more meat. I'm satisfied with these vegetables."

But there was clearly a lot of meat left on the plate.

It was an unintentional remark that struck a chord.

My father felt heartbroken and praised Yoko for being so considerate.

"She must have gone through a lot to be so mature."

Shortly after, my father picked up a chicken leg from the plate and put it in Yoko's plate.

"Since Yoko just joined our family, you should be more accommodating to her. She is so well-behaved. If I ever catch you bullying her, I won't forgive you!"

Afterwards, my father poured more and more of his love into Yoko.

Meanwhile, on the day I reached adulthood, I left home because of the words he had said.

He constantly reminded me that he had a legal obligation to support me, but once I turned eighteen, it was time for me to fend for myself. He no longer had any responsibility to provide for me.

He always saw me as an annoyance, a thorn in his side.

He believed I was the one responsible for my mother's death, and as a sinner, I didn't deserve to stay at home.

Yoko was incredibly clever and knew how to manipulate people's emotions.

She saw my father working hard and gently massaged his shoulders. "Dad, you've been working so hard. I missed you so much today. Are you tired from work? Let me pour you a glass of water."

My father was very happy. "I am so lucky to have such a considerate daughter."

But he often forgot that I was his biological daughter.