Chapter 168

“The morgue. She’s in the morgue. I’m so sorry for your loss,” the doctor replied.

Winifred burst into the morgue like she’d lost her mind. The first thing she saw was a body under a white sheet, and a girl’s arm hanging lifelessly off the edge of the table.

“No! How could you lie? Why did you lie to me again? You promised—you said you’d take me home! You lied to me!” Winifred screamed, her voice cracking.

She just stood there, shaking all over. She squeezed her fists so hard her knuckles went pale, head hanging low. The next second, her tears came pouring out like a broken dam—she couldn’t hold them back anymore, no matter how hard she tried.

“Why did you lie? You’re such a terrible liar!” she sobbed, her voice hoarse with grief.

Amber came running in, panting for breath, curiosity filling her face. What was Winifred doing in the morgue?

Leaning against the doorway, gasping, Amber asked, “What—what are you doing?”

Winifred ignored her completely, her mind overflowing with guilt and regret.

It’s my fault, Winifred thought, the words echoing in her head. I got her killed. I killed her with my own hands.

“If I hadn’t messed with Jocelyn, if I’d just been a bit more ruthless and taken care of her for good, then she wouldn’t have made that final desperate move before dying. I wouldn’t have lost Sienna all over again.”

“She promised to take me home, but I never even got the chance to tell her just how much I wanted to go with her. I wanted it so, so much. If only we could’ve made a deal—if only Sienna would promise not to leave again, not to abandon me all alone… then. There are still so many things I haven’t said to her.”

“Amber, stay away from me. I might just lose it and hit you,” Winifred said, her voice low and trembling.

I might just hit you, you heartless thing. You never cry when you should, but when it’s not the time, you bawl your head off, Winifred thought.

Amber blinked, wide-eyed and confused. “Why would you hit me?” she asked innocently.

Winifred turned around, was about to answer, but the words caught in her throat as she saw the person standing behind Amber.

There she was—Sienna. Standing tall and straight, her eyes gentle and warm as she appeared out of the darkness like a ray of light. “My sister!” Winifred cried out.

She rushed over, gently brushing Amber aside, and threw herself into Sienna’s arms, holding her tight.

Sienna hugged her back, and Winifred was still trembling all over, her voice choked with emotion, tears streaming down her face. “Sis, I thought… I thought you were…” Winifred stammered.

“Nothing would happen to me, don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you—both of you—as long as you need me,” Sienna said softly. Winifred cried for a while, then looked up at her. Sienna reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Her voice was soft and warm. “Winifred, I’m so happy you called me ‘sis.’”

Winifred’s face flushed with heat, and she buried her head in Sienna’s chest, her voice barely more than a whisper. “You’ve always been my sister.”

“Oh, my bun! My butt hurts so bad, ugh,” Amber whined, dragging out the last word in a pitiful, cutesy way.

She’d just been knocked to the floor by Winifred, and she was fuming—ready to get her sweet revenge. But just as she was about to pounce, she caught sight of Sienna hugging Winifred.

Instantly, jealousy bubbled up inside her, and she started plotting her next move.

“Come here, Amber, let me take a look,” Sienna called gently.

Winifred felt that familiar warmth slip away from her, and she instantly got all sulky, shooting Amber a death glare full of resentment.

“Sis, she must’ve done it on purpose! She pushed me down and now my butt hurts so bad—it’s gotta be all swollen,” Amber complained loudly.

She posed, pointing at Winifred and tattling on her like a little kid.

Winifred was fuming, practically about to explode. “Amber, don’t you dare slander me! I just gave you a tiny push—how could your butt be swollen? Stop making stuff up!”

Amber hid behind Sienna, looking all pitiful. “Sis, look, she’s being so mean to me! Can we not let her come back home? She’ll only hit me.”

“Amber, you get out here right now!” Winifred growled through gritted teeth, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at Amber.

“Sis, she looks so scary,” Amber whimpered, clinging even tighter to Sienna.

“Alright now. Winifred, stop scaring your sister. She’s just a little scaredy-cat,” Sienna said, trying to calm things down.