That time, she trembled, her eyes red, as she stroked my scar and she swore in anger and determined tone.

"Sergio, I won't let any of those who wronged you go."

I let out a bitter laugh and spoke calmly.

"My adoptive father is Santiago's biological father."

"As you say, he is the one who inherited his father's bad character."

"He did try to steal his brother's marriage by acting crazy after all."

"Aren't you also accomplices?"

There were a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone and then I heard my younger brother's, Santiago Muller, frantic crying.

"Sergio, I really didn't mean to ... I was sick and I couldn't remember some things. I didn't know you and Briella ...."

"Mom, Megan, Briell. I never thought my illness would make my brother unhappy. I might as well die."

Soon, Miranda's furious roar came. "Enough, Sergio! If you still have any conscience, come and apologize now! Otherwise, we'll sever ties with you from today!"

I heard a commotion on the other end of the phone, as if someone had snatched the phone away.

It was Briella Landau.

Her voice was cold and impatient.

"Sergio, cancel the wedding immediately and come over here to kneel down and apologize to Santiago."

"Otherwise, I'll break off our engagement."

I lowered my eyes and replied calmly, "Alright."

Then she hung up the phone.

The police officers exchanged glances. No one mentioned asking my sister to keep me company again.

The wedding car stopped at the hotel entrance.

Just as I opened the car door, a fishy smell hit me in the face. Egg peels and even the fishy liquid splashed onto my suit.

I was pushed backwards and almost missed a step.

"Bastard! You stole your brother's girlfriend and you still have the nerve to force her into marriage! You even dared to use the psychopath case to act pitiful. I have to teach this bastard a lesson today!"

"Even the gentle mother of him, a former Best Actress, was driven to tears by him! Such a son is better off dead!"

I just realized, my phone call with my family was live-streamed by Miranda.

Some people pulled my hair, kicked my body and forced me to kneel down and bow, while the others were tearing my suit and holding up cameras to record my miserable state.

"Kneel and apologize to your brother and mother!"

"And this suit! Is a worthless man like you worthy of wearing it? Tear it off!"

I was so in pain that my fingers were trembling, yet I still raised my head and shouted.

"I didn't do anything wrong."

"Why should I apologize?"

The crowd was in an uproar, then Megan and Miranda's bodyguards rushed over and forcibly pushed the crowd away.

Megan was so angry that her voice trembled.

"Still dare to say you did nothing? I told you not to use your relationship with Briella to provoke Santiago. So why did you insist wearing a suit for the wedding? Why did you have to stage such a forced marriage farce?"

However, when she rushed over and saw me clearly, she froze.

The suit on my body was tattered and barely covered my body, with injuries all over. My forehead and body were covered in foul-smelling liquid.

She instinctively rushed over and tried to wipe the stuff off me.

She asked Miranda in a low voice, trying to keep her voice steady, "Mom, how could you broadcast live while we are on the phone? And also bring these people here?"

"What if this incident drags Santiago into it again?"

There was a hint of reluctance in Miranda's eyes. But upon hearing Megan said that, she replied sharply, "Who made him do wrong? He deserves it."

I took two steps back, avoiding my sister's hand and spoke calmly, "I'm not here to force a marriage. Briella's decision to cancel her engagement with me and marry Santiago instead has nothing to do with me."

"I'm here to be the bait to catch the psychopath."

Miranda's face turned pale in an instant.

Before she could say anything, Megan slapped me in the face. Her expression was complicated, with a hint of panic mixed in with anger.

"I warned you not to use a major murder case involving dozens of innocent lives as a trick to manipulate our sympathy!"

She took a deep breath, her face regained its coldness and her voice became even more ruthless.

"You're just like that brother of yours — heartless and immoral!"

"He betrayed Margot and ran away with the money."

"Afraid of being wanted, he secretly gave false testimony, slipped a note into the victim's hand and faked his own death."

"I've already told you, that person is definitely not that bastard Timothy, but that idiot Margot, really took it seriously. She was so drunk that she didn't even bother investigating the case!"

The crowd cheered up.

"Isn't Timothy the scumbag who ran away with the money back then? His passionate videos were all over the second-hand websites and you don't even need a dollar to watch them, hahaha!"

"A despicable man like him disrupted the investigation of a murder case. He deserves to die."

I clenched my hands as my heart ached as if it was being torn apart.

Three years ago, Timothy Arnaut discovered that Santiago was faking amnesia and acting insane.

However, Timothy went missing before he could hand over the evidence to me. Before he went missing, he was drugged and bullied for a whole night. The passionate video of the incident was put on a second-hand website and sold for less than a dollar.

At that time, he begged Margot, his fiancée, with red eyes, to help him with the lawsuit.

But on the day of the trial, Margot, a top and zero-defeated lawyer, sat in the plaintiff's seat, playing with her manicure from beginning to end, without saying a word and soon -- declared to have lost the lawsuit.

On the day she came out of the court, she put away her attitude and sneered, dropping a sentence, "This is what you get for bullying Santiago."

"This time we're just showing your video. Next time, we're going to sell you on the black market to be the Afronia people plaything."

That day, Timothy, who had never shed tears before, hugged me and cried for a long, long time.

The next day, he disappeared.

I spent three years searching for him, but Margot always faced it with ridicule. "He's just playing missing and wants me to find him. He wants to play as he pleases. I wonder how long he will last."

Until ... the victims of the psychopath dismemberment case were discovered in an abandoned basement in Everbloom.

In my mind, the system finally reported Timothy's death.

My brother died at the hands of a psychopath.

And the system also determined my ending.

For ten years, I had been trying to conquer family and love, but failed every time. So, the system asked me to perish and leave to the original world.

But at least, I wanted to use my death to seek justice for that poor victim.

***

Briella walked over with a sullen face and warned me. "Since you insist on going against us, then as you wish, I will cancel our engagement."

I nodded, pulled my phone out of my bag and made a statement.

[I, Sergio Muller, cancel my engagement with Briella Landau.]

I raised my phone and showed them.

"Is this okay?"

Miranda, Megan and Briella were shocked to see my behavior and stood there in a daze.

Briella looked at me in disbelief, then she gritted her teeth and continued. "Okay, then I'll have to abort the baby in my belly, so you don't have to use the baby to bother me later."

I glanced at her flat belly and gave a bitter smile, "Fine."

She never wanted the child anyway.

That day, I saw her message page and saw her complaining to her best friend that she hated the child. She had even scheduled an abortion surgery and was planning how to deceive me.

If that was the case, then forget it.

As soon as the words fell, Briella's face turned red and she looked broken and aggrieved.

She rushed over and grabbed my shoulder. "What nonsense are you talking about! How could you have the heart to ask me to abort this baby? Don't you treasure the baby in my belly the most?"

It was not surprising that she was so shocked. She saw how much I was looking forward to the birth of this child.

In order to take care of her pregnancy with peace of mind, I resolutely gave up the invitation from the research institute to hire me as the person in charge and resigned to become a househusband.

Briella liked to eat raw vegetables and meat. So, I drove for three hours into the village before dawn to buy vegetables picked that day.

Even though I was a scientific researcher who spent most of my time in the laboratory and in the field, I was willing to take the time to pray for the safety of the mother and baby every day.

However, I knew, the child was born in unwanted and disgust situation.

Such a life was sure a torture for him.

Her eyes were full of brokenness as she held onto my hand -- completely ignoring her purpose of coming here.

She insisted on me taking back what I had just said.

Just then, a cry came from behind.

It was Santiago, his voice was trembling and sharp. "Briella, didn't you promise to marry me? Why are you holding his hand? Why is he wearing a suit?"

"Sergio, did you ask me to come here just to let me see Briella betray me? I hate you!"

He turned and rushed to the road, crying.

Megan yelled and Miranda slapped me in the face.

"Why did you call Santiago here? You have to drive him crazy to be happy, right?"

"If anything happens to him today because of you, I'll never let you go!"

"Briella, stop him!"

Briella suddenly shook off my hand and I fell backwards.

My trousers were torn by stones and my knees was scratched, leaving bloodstains.

I sat on the ground, smiling bitterly, watching their backs as they ran towards Santiago. I had seen such a back view too many times.

I did have a good time when I first came back to this home.

It was a time when Miranda smiled and cooked for me and Megan would take me to play video games after school while Margot would drag me to play with her favorite doll.

But everything changed the day I started dating my neighbor’s Briella.

Santiago began to go crazy.

He cried and shouted -- saying I was scaring him, I was going to send him back to his biological parents' house.

He pointed at me, tears streaming down his face and shouted hysterically, "He said, why does he have to live that kind of life? Why does he have to be beaten and scolded, but I can live a good life in his place? He doesn't accept it, he wants me to live a miserable life too!"

At first, Miranda, Megan and Margot would reason with him.

Miranda whispered. "That's impossible! Sergio wouldn't say that."

Megan also explained. "He's a good kid. He wouldn't say that."

Margot said, "Santiago, you must have misunderstood Sergio."

But over time, Miranda and Margot finally sided with Santiago.

They would scold me with a cold face when Santiago cried.

"Are you done yet? You have to bully Santiago. You're only happy when you see him scared like this, aren't you?"