My Adopted Sister’s Rage Was Only for Me,So After Rebirth I Fought Back Chapter 08

My Adopted Sister’s Rage Was Only for Me,So After Rebirth I Fought Back Chapter 08

Lily’s outburst was captured in full on an officer’s body camera. She soon changed her story

again.

She claimed fear had made her babble nonsense. She said she had only researched the consequences of violence because she was worried about hurting someone during an episode.

She even claimed Mom had given her the spare key long ago and that she had no idea how the knife ended up in her hand.

She wasn’t sorry. Her tears and illness act had stopped working, so she was desperately

searching for a new excuse.

This time, no one could make the evidence disappear for her.

The psychiatric evaluation soon came back. Lily did have long-term emotional problems, but they had not prevented her from understanding or controlling her actions at the time of the

attack.

She understood that a knife could cause serious injury and that a stab to the chest could be

fatal.

Bringing a spare key, checking her target, and faking amnesia afterward all showed that she knew exactly what she was doing.

She would have to answer for what she had done.

Dad asked to meet me the day the results became public. Documents transferring more shares to me sat on the table beside a cashier’s check.

“Ask the district attorney and the court for leniency, and all of this is yours. We can reschedule the wedding and make it even bigger than before.

“Lily has already lost her freedom. You don’t have to destroy her completely.”

I didn’t touch the papers or the check.

“She drove a knife into Mom’s body. How am I the one destroying her?”

Mom sat beside him, her wounds not yet fully healed. She seized my hand, crying so hard that her whole body shook.

“Lily has already lost everything, Natalie. You’re alive and well. Please give her one more

I looked at them. “I’m alive because this time I didn’t trust any of you with my life.”

Mom’s lips trembled. “But we’re family.”

“Did any of you remember that when you decided I should lie there and die quietly?”

No one answered.

I refused to seek leniency and asked the authorities to pursue every applicable charge.

Meanwhile, investigators began examining Dad’s and Ethan’s efforts to block the 911 call, delay medical care, conceal the weapon, and coordinate false statements.

Dad had assumed everything would disappear if Mom, the victim, refused to cooperate.

But the videos didn’t change their story, and the emergency-call records didn’t lie.

Every contradiction in the statements he and Ethan gave to police was also documented.

Business partners learned that Dad had tried to cover up a violent crime, and one after another

they suspended their work with his company.

Ethan was placed on leave because of his suspected interference with the investigation.

Dad had always cared most about the Bennett name. In the end, he was the one who destroyed

I moved out of the Bennett estate.

Before leaving, I revoked every authority they held over my bank accounts, health care, and wedding arrangements. My attorney inventoried my identification documents, assets, and personal belongings and removed them all from the house.

When Lily heard, she demanded to see me.

On the other side of the visitation glass, her eyes were swollen, and her face was twisted with

rage.

“Are you satisfied now, Natalie? Dad’s company is in trouble, Ethan lost his position, and Mom is badly injured. You destroyed this entire family!”

I looked at her calmly, “Your knife destroyed this family, along with every door they closed to protect you.”

Lily threw herself at the glass. “Why can’t you forgive me? You didn’t even lose anything!”

I didn’t answer.

Even now, she believed that as long as I was alive, nothing she had done counted as harm.

I stood and left without looking back.

As I walked through the exit, my phone vibrated with a message from Adrian.

[The locks at our new place have been changed. You alone will decide the codes, security access,

and emergency contacts.]

I stood in the sunlight and read those words for a long time.

For the first time, I truly understood that the home waiting for me didn’t require my suffering as the price of peace.