I Died in The Deep Sea for My Sister's Dream Novel by Summer Firefly

Even Eric’s expression darkened significantly as he tightly gripped Evie’s wrist.

For him, the first love of his memories was something he dared not tarnish; even mentioning it felt like a disrespect to her.

Yet, the man in the video was already eagerly groping Evie outside, and she was comfortably enjoying the situation.

This was completely at odds with Eric’s perception of Evie.

Watching their changing expressions, I felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction!

The facade Evie had maintained for years was finally cracking; it was about time. Everyone should know what kind of person she truly was!

I looked at her coldly but couldn’t help but smile.

“I…” Evie awkwardly opened her mouth, trying to steady Mom’s emotions. “It was all my sister; she cried and begged me for money, and that’s why I…”

“Oh, we have a bit of information about this matter as well. We hope you will listen.”

“There is an unclaimed female corpse in the ward. The hospital has provided some details that match yours exactly, and we hope you can come to identify her today.”

The police interrupted Evie’s feigned act, straightforwardly completing their task for the day.

Mom swayed unsteadily, nearly falling, but her disdain for me still outweighed her frustration with Evie in this moment.

“A filthy liar like her deserves everything she gets, even death!”

Evie quickly nodded, seemingly eager to agree. “Yes, Mom, it’s not my fault…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Mom’s slap landed hard on her face, instantly coloring her beautiful features with a shade of red.

“You’re not any better!” Mom spat at her.

The police observed their reactions and kindly reminded them, “If you can’t handle the body properly, we will issue a fine.”

Since they hadn’t paid the hospital, the hospital wouldn’t assist either.

Once the police left, Mom angrily made her way toward the hospital.

Eric followed closely by her side, his gaze complicated–no longer that of someone willing to sacrifice everything for his precious first love.

I finally had the chance to slip in behind them and see my own corpse.

The overpowering stench made Mom retch; she covered her nose with her hand, her eyes filled with disgust. “This filthy wretch, even in death, she doesn’t let anyone rest. Just cremate her already!”

The corpse was revolting, infested with crawling maggots, and looked utterly grotesque. The flesh on its face had rotted away, and the heat of the day attracted a swarm of buzzing flies.

While I couldn’t smell these odors, the sight of the body still made me feel nauseous.

I had never done anything to deserve this treatment–why was I the one suffering?

Eric stood a short distance away, his indifference palpable. The insincere tenderness in his eyes had vanished, replaced by sheer revulsion, as if he wished he could distance

himself even further.