Brothers Imprisoned Me, But They Went Crazy After I Died

Chapter 9

James' eyes dimmed as he said with a bitter smile: "William, it's me."

William's anxious and regretful voice came through the phone:

"James, give the phone to Rachel. Let me apologize to her properly first!"

James felt like his heart was being squeezed. He cried out in anguish:

"It's Rachel's phone. It was left behind in the cellar!"

After a long silence, William's voice suddenly trembled as he asked:

"Rachel... then where did Rachel go..."

"James, wait for me. I'm coming home!"

Lily's face also grew increasingly unsightly, cold sweat dampening her temples.

"Big brother, please let me explain..."

But as soon as Lily got these few words out, James viciously kicked her, sending her flying.

Then James furiously shouted: "Hold her down!"

A group of servants immediately pinned Lily to the ground.

As James leaned against the wall for support, still clutching my phone tightly in his hand, it rang again.

I glanced over - it was a call from Henry.

Henry was a genius painter who loved all kinds of beautiful colors.

Four days ago, I had specially found an extremely rare cinnabar pigment for him, knowing he would love it.

I never imagined I would die before Henry discovered this surprise.

James answered the call. Henry's tone on the other end had softened a bit:

"Alright Rachel, stop being angry. You did do something wrong, but wherever you are, come back quickly. I'll protect you."

As Henry kept rambling on, James coldly cut in:

"Henry, that body - did you order it to be burned?"

"That was very likely our sister!"

The voice on the other end suddenly went silent.

But a moment later, Henry's voice began to tremble:

"It can't be... that really was..."

"No, it's impossible. Rachel couldn't have turned into that. How could she become that filthy thing just from being in the cellar for three days?"

"It's absolutely impossible. I'm coming back. We'll do a DNA test. Hair should be enough to test. That definitely couldn't have been our sister."

With that, he hung up.

James collapsed to his knees, sobbing in anguish. Not long after, a servant steeled himself to bring out an urn.

"Young master, these should be the young miss's ashes."

James still clung to one last shred of hope. He coldly corrected the servant before him, enunciating each word:

"What do you mean that's my sister?"

"Rachel Harper, our sister, has just gone missing. She's not dead!"

At this point, a servant stepped forward and slowly handed James a DNA report.

"Young master, as soon as the third young master said to burn it, we took the initiative to do a DNA comparison."

"The DNA test results in this report confirm it was the young miss."