"Joyce, you killed Sharon, but we only locked you up in a mental hospital for three years. Isn't that too good for you?"

Jason's voice was cold and sarcastic.

My face turned pale as I looked at the five people in front of me in horror.

"Then... why did you come here?"

Bruce snorted coldly, "Dad is going to hold a birthday party and asked us to bring you back. Otherwise, do you think we will let you go so easily?"

My eyes dimmed.

It turned out that my father thought of me because he was going to have a birthday party.

It was not that they knew the truth and forgave me.

Ben sneered and approached me, with mockery in his eyes.

"Joyce, don't think that taking you back means we forgive you.

"You killed my sister. Your punishment will never end in this lifetime.

"And..."

His voice was terrifying. "From today on, you will suffer even more."

My four brothers looked at each other and smiled.

I felt like I had fallen into a devil's cave.

I was their biological sister!

Sharon had no blood relationship with them at all. Besides, I didn't set the fire or hurt Sharon.

Why didn't they believe me?

My face turned pale, and I begged them.

"I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Please let me go..."

Xander smiled coldly, "Let you go?"

He glanced down at me and suggested the others.

"I think Joyce hasn't realized her mistake yet. Why don't we play an interesting game with her?"

Five minutes later, I understood what the "interesting game" he was talking about was.

They found a rope and tied me to the back of the Rolls-Royce.

They sat in the car while I was being dragged along by it.

The intense friction pain caused numbness.

My wails were drowned out by the roar of the car.

They laughed and stopped the car suddenly. Inertia made me rush forward and crash into the back of the car.

Blood flowed from my forehead and dripped into my neck.

My head was dizzy from the violent shaking and torture.

My vision was blurry, and before I could recover, the car moved away rapidly.

The car exhaust and dust were about to drown me.

I endured the severe pain and closed my eyes tightly, feeling difficulty breathing.

"Jason..."

I shouted out loud with difficulty, but I regretted it immediately.

They were the culprits, and why would they stop?

I was covered in blood.

There were bloodstains all over the ground.

Some passers-by couldn't stand it anymore and stopped their car and criticized them.

"Are you still human?"

"How can you treat a girl like this?"

"Isn't this an abuse?"

Hearing passersby's words, Ben glanced at me and said sarcastically.

"Joyce is a murderer. It's good for her to be punished like this.

"Why do you sympathize with her? If your sister is killed, will you forgive the murderer?"

The passersby stopped talking, and the look in their eyes changed.

"I never thought that such a weak-looking girl could have killed someone!"

"She is so vicious and should be punished!"

I shook my head.

I wanted to say that I didn't kill anyone.

But I couldn't make a sound.

The intense pain overwhelmed me, and I tried my best to move, but I couldn't.

I didn't know who kicked me hard.

My forehead hit the rear end of the car. Blood covered my eyes, and I passed out.

When I woke up again, I found myself soaked in icy spring water.

My teeth were chattering from the cold. I couldn't help but move and touch something hard.

It was ice.

The spring water was filled with ice.

I heard Luis' cold voice.

"You are a dirty person, and you should wash yourself."

The water around me turned red.

It was stained red with my blood.

I bit my lips tightly and endured the icy cold spreading throughout my body. I felt as if it would freeze me to death in the next second.

Xander sneered and looked at me with disdain and disgust.

"Just let her soak here. Sharon must have been even more desperate when she was burned to death. This punishment is not enough!"

They left me there and turned away.

There was less blood in the water.

My wounds were frozen.

I seemed to feel that my heartbeat and pulse were getting weaker and weaker.

Many things from my childhood began to flash through my mind like a movie.

I remembered that my adoptive mother beat me hard because I stole a small bite of the chocolate she bought for Sharon.

I remembered that my adoptive mother stole my paintings and gave them to Sharon, asking her to participate in a competition and win a prize.

I also remembered that Sharon pinched herself, crying and accusing me of bullying her. That night, my four brothers beat me with sticks until I couldn't stand up...

What was the point of my life?

My four brothers and Jason were sitting together discussing how to torture me to avenge Sharon.

The housekeeper suddenly ran in and said in surprise, "Ms. Moore is back!"

Bruce looked up impatiently and frowned.

"I've told you not to call Joyce Ms. Moore. Besides, why are you so excited about her coming back?"

The housekeeper shook his head and explained excitedly, "It's not Ms. Joyce Moore.

"It's...

"It's Ms. Sharon Moore who died three years ago. She is not dead. She is back now!"

Everyone looked up in surprise and stood up immediately.