Chapter 3

Ethan wanted to copy the surveillance footage to report to the police and seek justice for his sister, but Mr. Chen refused.

"Ethan! You don't have the power to fight against them! Besides, I'm part of the Thompson family... I'm sorry."

The butler sighed repeatedly, feeling helpless despite his wishes.

Ethan's heart felt like it had sunk into an icy abyss, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

A strong sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, almost making him want to kill all these people! To accompany his sister in death!

What kind of status did the Thompson family have? They were well-known throughout River City, with power that could overshadow everything.

Anyone in their eyes was just an ant crawling at their feet. It was just an insignificant girl who died, why would they face any consequences?

Thinking of this, Ethan's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

He hated his own powerlessness, hated his cowardice that gave them the power to hurt Emily.

After the cremation, Ethan looked at the box in his arms. His sister, who once smiled brightly at him while holding a candied haw, now lived only in his memories forever.

Five days later, Ethan returned to Olivia's villa like a wandering soul from a mass grave.

He forced himself to endure the discomfort in his heart and pushed open this heavy door.

Ethan was enveloped in an aura of despair, completely at odds with the lively atmosphere.

"Isn't this Ethan? Why do you look so miserable after not seeing you for a few days? Did Olivia torment you again?"

Laughter erupted from the living room as scorching gazes suddenly fell on Ethan.

"I don't have time to deal with him. I'm busy going on a date with Nathan!"

Olivia snorted coldly, leaning into Nathan's arms, her coquettish voice inviting pity.

"You have the nerve to come back. You really are the Thompson family's dog. Your skin is so thick."

Nathan was angered by the sight of him and walked over, looking at him with disdain.

"Excuse me."

Ethan moved his dry lips, indifferently uttering two words as he walked past Nathan, who was blocking the doorway.

In the past, he could only swallow his grievances and suffer alone in response to Nathan's provocations.

But now, there was only desolation left in his heart.

"What? Are you angry? Nathan and I just like to play some intimate games. You surely won't mind, right?"

Olivia crossed her legs, swinging them back and forth, staring at Ethan carelessly.

Hearing this, Ethan's bloodshot eyes glared fiercely at Nathan and Olivia.

"Playing games?" Ethan laughed maniacally, then pointed at everyone present and asked hatefully: "Is everything just a game in your eyes?"

"Even my sister's life was just a game to you!"

Ethan's words were filled with blood and tears, his voice hoarse as if he was about to cough up blood. He wished he could tear apart everyone before him.

"Oh, so you found out." Olivia snorted with laughter, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I just wanted to make her happy too. After all, poor people like you must live very bitter lives."

The others were only stunned for a moment. Hearing Olivia say this, they quickly resumed their laughter, obviously not taking Ethan's words seriously.

"That's right! She should be grateful!"

"Hey Ethan, did your sister share with you how good it felt?"

Ethan stared at the group with bloodshot eyes, shouting with all his might: "Do you know how old my sister was? She had leukemia and was already very weak! Yet you made her take drugs and left her there without checking on her. You beasts!"

The game they spoke of so casually had cost him the last person in this world who truly cherished him.

Everyone seemed to have never seen Ethan rebel like this before, and they were all slightly shocked for a moment.

Olivia's face turned ugly, having lost face. She coldly said, her voice as if laced with ice: "What are you raving about? Your sister, like you, was just a dog of our family. Whatever I wanted her to do, she had to do it."

Hearing Olivia say this, Nathan also sneered.

"That's right, Ethan. Is your sister so precious? Can't she even make us happy? Can't she even take a joke?"

Hearing these words, Ethan's anger surged, and he could no longer control his emotions. He shouted hysterically once again.

"My sister was a living, breathing person! Not a chip for your entertainment! You murderers should all go down and keep my sister company!"