“It’s her own narrow-mindedness that makes her unable to accept others. How could that possibly be your fault?”

“If she hadn’t been scheming to drive you out three years ago, Dad would’ve never almost been poisoned.”

“We forced her to leave to keep her from making a mistake she’d never come back from. It had nothing to do with you!”

As he spoke, my brother slammed his cup down hard on the table.

“I never thought she’d resort to such despicable tricks. She doesn’t deserve to be part of this family at all!”

Mom quickly chimed in, “That’s right. We will never take her back!”

Dad snorted coldly. “Reconnect the stream. Everyone must see her for who she truly is!”

Five minutes later, the livestream resumed.

Jack climbed out of the bottom of the well and forced a laugh.

[Positive vibes, folks! Looks like it was just a signal issue and a dead flashlight earlier. Nothing spooky!]

[Oh, so he just freaked himself out! Is he really going to keep exploring the house though?]

Jack insisted that since he was already there, he had to thoroughly check every corner.

He walked to the door on the first floor and slowly pushed it open.

A gust of icy wind swept through, stirring the dust and making the broken windows rattle with eerie clinks. The room was a wreck. On the table, empty wine bottles lay scattered.

[Whoa, has she really been living here all this time? And drinking like that?]

Jack’s flashlight moved across the floor—there, several used condom wrappers.

[No way. So she really was hooking up with a bunch of guys here?!]

“These… were indeed hers. The police confirmed it during the initial investigation,” my brother said grimly.

The comment section immediately blew up with insults.

[At first, we kept it quiet for the sake of her dignity,] he continued. [We asked the police not to release anything.]

[But we never imagined she’d vanish for three years, only to come back using dark arts to torment our entire family—and even curse Jesica. We’re not letting it go this time!”

[Yeah! A backstabbing witch like that doesn’t deserve a family! Anchor, find all the evidence and expose her!]

Just as their fury peaked, a chilling sound echoed from the second floor—fingernails, dragging slowly across something hard.

[What the hell? Did you hear that? I’m out—I’m seriously scared now…]

“We have to trust science, people!” Jack said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’m guessing it’s just someone messing around. I’ll go check.”

Forcing his legs to stop trembling, he raised the gossip mirror and slowly climbed the stairs.

It turned out to be the wind rustling the treetops, the branches scraping against the window glass.

The tension eased in the chat as everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.

Then suddenly—two glowing eyes appeared in the dark.

[AHH!! THERE’S A GHOST! I SWEAR I SAW IT!]

Jack stumbled back, his flashlight flickering as he focused on the source.

“It’s… it’s a rabbit doll.”

He crouched down and picked it up. As he turned it over in his hands, the doll unexpectedly began to speak.

“Today, I was finally found by my family at the orphanage. Mom cried and said she was sorry—sorry I was switched with someone else at the hospital. Dad told me he’d never let me suffer again. My brother even gave me this little talking bunny. I’m so happy. I finally have a family.”

The voice startled Jack. He blinked, then turned to the camera.

“This… this is Anna’s voice, isn’t it?”

My brother nodded solemnly. “It was a gift I gave her. Looks like it really did have a recording function.”

The chat exploded.

[That voice! She must’ve been five or six when she recorded that—it sounds so innocent!]

Jack hushed the viewers and gently patted the doll, prompting it to continue.

“There’s also a sister at home who looks just like a princess. When Mom saw her crying, she hugged her and comforted her non-stop. Dad and my brother told me her name is Jesica. She’s part of our family too. They said thanks to her, Mom hasn’t been so sad all these years. I get it now. I’ll love my sister too…”

Hearing that, Jesica broke down in tears.

“But… my sister… she doesn’t love me at all. She hates me…” she whispered.

My brother gently placed a hand on her shoulder, silently urging Jack to keep playing the rest.

“Today, the housekeeper’s child called me a bumpkin… But my brother—he beat him up really bad.”

“The housekeeper nearly called the police and I told them I was the one who hit him. Mom got furious and punished me by banning me from eating dinner.”

“Later that night, my brother snuck me a big chicken leg and asked why I took the blame for him. I told him I was scared he’d get arrested and he laughed. He said even if the police did arrest him, he’d still protect his little sister.”

“So this is what it feels like to have a brother who has your back.”

Jack seemed genuinely surprised as he listened, while the livestream chat went wild.

[Wait… she was this kind once?]

[Maybe she only turned bad because she had no choice…]

My brother kept his eyes on the rabbit, lost in memories.

“He used to say I was like this little rabbit—soft, sweet and lovable. She had once been such a gentle sister. So what had turned her into… that?

Beside him, Jesica gripped the hem of his jacket, tears in her eyes.

“Sis… she’s not a bad person deep down. Don’t hate her, okay?”

As she looked up, her bangs shifted, revealing a long, jagged scar across her forehead.

My brother snapped back to the present, his gaze turning cold.

“You’re still this soft-hearted? She nearly ruined your face! Don’t speak for her!”

[Whoa—that scar was from her? There’s no way I’m believing anything that girl says now!]

Jack frowned, then focused back on the rabbit, letting the recording continue.

“My sister didn’t come home late that day. Dad was about to call the police when she walked in—her dress torn, her head bleeding. She suddenly knelt down and kowtowed in front of me.”

“She said she knew she was wrong, that she shouldn’t have tried to steal Mom, Dad and Brother’s love from me. She begged me not to send anyone to hurt her anymore and said she was leaving the house for good.”

“My brother got so angry he wanted to call the police and have me arrested. I cried—I really didn’t do it… But my sister spoke up for me. She said no one could know what had happened, that it would ruin our family’s name—especially since I’d only just been brought home a year ago. And just like that, the entire family looked at me like I was filth.

“They locked me in the utility room and told me to reflect on what I’d done. I was so lost… why didn’t anyone believe me?”

Jack paused again. He looked confused.

The voice in the recording was full of raw pain—my cries, desperate need for my family’s trust. It didn’t sound like a bully’s confession.

It sounded like someone whose heart had been broken. Someone is lying.

He glanced over at Jesica.

She was crying now, her face hidden in her hands.

“Why is she twisting the truth like this?” she sobbed. “She knows I almost…”

Her voice cracked. “Would I really risk my innocence and reputation just to frame her?”

The livestream chat exploded with outrage.

[So this wicked girl’s been like this from the beginning!]

[Still pretending to be the victim?! Lock her up already!]

Just then, the eight trigrams mirror in Jack’s hand cracked with a sharp, unnatural snap.

Gasps filled the chat.

[What just happened?!]

[Jack—are you okay?!]

Jack’s face turned ashen. He cursed under his breath and barked at the chat to stay quiet.

Then he pressed play again, letting the rabbit speak.

“But all I wanted… was to be loved. And not be blamed for every little thing. No matter what I did, someone always found a reason to accuse me. No one believed me—not once.”

“I was so sad… I cried and asked, why dont Mom and Dad and my brother believe me? is it because I’m not as good as my sister?”

“So, I turned that sadness into motivation. I studied hard. And eventually, I got into a decent second-tier college. I was so happy—because it was far from home. Finally, I could live my own life.”

The recording was filled with youthful joy—her excitement about her new school, her new friends and her freedom.

Jack looked visibly moved. It sounded like I had finally found peace—away from my family.

But in the very next moment, Bunny said something that stunned everyone.

“Why don’t they believe me? I really didn’t seduce my sister’s boyfriend…”

“Last night was New Year’s Eve. Everyone drank a lot of wine. When I woke up… he was lying next to me. My sister cried and asked why I stole her boyfriend. Mom, Dad and my brother all scolded me for being shameless. I begged him—begged him to tell the truth. But he said I had dragged him into my room in the middle of the night when he was just going to the bathroom.”

“That’s not what happened! Why is he lying about me? My sister didn’t believe me either. She ran out in tears and nearly got hit by a car. Dad hit me for the first time in his life. But I swear I didn’t seduce him…”

As my voice cracked into sobs, Jack’s brow furrowed deeply.

He turned to the livestream, eyeing Jesica’s expression on the screen, searching her face for even a flicker of guilt.

The mirror’s sudden crack earlier—that wasn’t just coincidence. Something strange was happening.

And if you listened carefully, really listened, I didn’t sound like someone who had done those things.

Jesica suddenly threw herself into mother’s arms and whimpered, “My legs hurt…”

Brother let out a cold scoff. “Sure, let her lie to ghosts with that voice. But we know exactly what she’s like.”

Dad snapped as well. “She’s nothing but a liar. Nearly poisoned me to death. And some people still believe her?”

The livestream chat flared up.

[That recording sounds so fake! So now we’re supposed to believe the whole family’s been wrong this whole time? No way.]

[She’s just trying to turn herself into the victim. Sickening.]

I sat there, my heart aching in silence. No one noticed the faint trickle of water—like tears—slipping down the mirror behind Jack.

He lifted the rabbit again and continued the playback.

“Today I went to the hospital to see my sister. But I found her handing a card to her boyfriend. She told him his acting was really good. So it was all a setup! She wanted to frame me! I confronted them right away.”

“Mom, Dad and my brother rushed over… Her boyfriend threw the card in my face and said I gave it to him, that I paid him to harass my sister. I cried and told them—they were both acting.”

“That my sister even threatened to jump off a building to make herself look innocent. But no one believed me. Mom and Dad sided with her. They kicked me out of the house. I don’t have a home anymore…”

Someone commented. [Just check who that card belongs to! Isn’t it obvious?!]

Her brother sneered. “We did. The card was in Anna’s name.”

[Then why’s she still pretending to be innocent? She’s disgusting.]

Jack remained silent. He lifted the rabbit once more.

“The class president is chasing me again to pay my tuition and dorm fees. I wanted to call my brother to borrow some money, but he called me a liar and a thief. But I never lied… I never stole anything…”

[Please, if you were really broke, how are you still living like this?]

Her brother laughed bitterly. “She didn’t steal? Then where did Mom’s jewelry go? And the money in Dad’s safe? If we weren’t trying to save face, we would’ve had her arrested already!”

Jack’s hand tightened around the mirror as he noticed another crack spreading.

“Today marks the third month since I dropped out of school. While working as a waitress at a hotel, I saw my whole family celebrating Christmas Eve with Jesica. My brother yelled at me for trying to put on a show and told me to get lost.”

“Dad said if it wasn’t for the Meyer Family name, he would’ve handed me over to the police. But I need the money for my treatment. Is it a crime to work a part-time job? The doctor said if I don’t get help soon, my stomach cancer will spread. I don’t want to die…”

[Cancer? Really? Why didn’t she tell her family? Another lie, I bet.]

Jack didn’t say a word. He pressed play once more.

“Today is New Year’s Eve… my sister begged the family to let me come home for the holiday. I planned to tell them about my cancer diagnosis. But then Dad drank the juice I’d poured for my sister and collapsed.”

“Fortunately, the dose was small and his life was saved. But after that, he made a public announcement… He said he was cutting off our father-daughter relationship.”