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

Before long, the hospital began preparations for the cremation as instructed by Mom.

Watching my own body turn to ash and then being discarded by them left me feeling utterly heartbroken.

When they returned, Evie was leaving with a large stash of jewelry.

“Every one of them is worthless!” Mom exploded, glaring at Eric beside her. “Aren’t you rich? Why won’t you give her some money?”

Caught off guard by the accusation, Eric was momentarily speechless.

He was just an entrepreneur trying to make his way–where would he find the money?

His company had only begun to pick up thanks to my investments, and I had covered nearly all of his expenses during this time.

I knew his company had great potential, and I already held half of the shares.

I had tried my best to speak well of him in front of Mom, which had secured him a chance to travel with our family.

Who would have thought that it would turn into a disaster, bringing trouble upon myself?

If I had known it would come to this, sacrificing myself to fulfill their desires, I would have never suggested those unreasonable things from the start!

“Auntie… I’m still trying to build my business.” Although it was difficult, Eric’spoke up.

Mom’s expression visibly soured, and she looked at him with disdain. “So, you have no money? A poor fool who wants to marry my daughter?”

“Your daughter has already taken the money and left, Auntie. We’re no different now,” he replied sharply, the edge in his voice piercing through the tension.

With his words, Mom’s face darkened further.

She raised her arm, seemingly intent on striking him, but Eric wasn’t like us sisters.

As soon as that expression crossed her face, he quickly seized her wrist, warning her fiercely, “Right now, it’s just you and me here. Are you sure you want to lay a hand on me?”

Of course, she wouldn’t dare; Mom always bullied the weak and feared the strong, merely bluffing.

Before she could utter a word, Eric pushed her aside with a firm shove.

Mom’s head collided heavily with the corner of the cabinet, bursting forth a spray of blood, while the carnations provided by the hotel tumbled to the floor.

Water spilled everywhere, and the petals scattered, reminding me vividly of my childhood.