"She's the daughter of a murderer. How could she be a good person? She hid around me for so long and my father risked his life to save her! She deserves to die. Why wasn't she ending up dead in the river today?"

This was not the first time I had heard those cruel words.

When I found out I was not his biological sister and the murderer switched me with his daughter, Xavier hurled the most vicious words in the world at me.

...

He was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he laughed maniacally.

I hated this cruel twist of fate.

Why was I the daughter of a perverted murderer?

I liked Calvin as my dad and Xavier as my brother. I liked the Cullen family.

I didn't do anything wrong, but I had to take all the blame.

Since the day my real identity was found out, Xavier had hated me for six years.

He always wanted me to die.

But he never knew that I had the same wish as him.

But every time thoughts of suicide came to my mind, my father's loving face would appear in my mind.

I could not die. Dad wanted to see me live happily.

But I let him down.

Xavier finally got what he wanted. He didn't have to curse me anymore.

At this moment, he looked at the back of my hand under the white cloth and frowned as if he had discovered something.

He rushed to my body and lifted my hand with a pen.

The back of my hand was tattooed with my dad's badge number. Xavier could definitely find some clues.

But the next second, he let go of my hand, and the pen slipped down his palm.

He exchanged a look with Carson and shook his head in disappointment.

Only then did I remember that the murderer had cut the back of my hand with a knife before killing me. In addition, my body was immersed in the river, so he couldn't find any clues.

Seeing my rotting body with his own eyes, Xavier frowned and couldn't help retching.

After thinking for a while, he picked up his phone and made a call.

"Chloe, why did it take you so long to answer the phone? Are you watching a TV series?"

"I gotta interrupt you for a moment. Now, close the window leading out onto the balcony and the ones in the kitchen and lock all of them. The case I'm handling right now is a little tricky. I'll come back and celebrate your birthday when it's over, okay?"

I haven't seen him so gentle for six years.

The look in his eyes was loving and tender.