At the case briefing, after listening to my mom's autopsy report, the officers all had somber expressions.

My death was gruesome, making facial identification impossible.

The abandoned building where my body was dumped was not the original crime scene, significantly increasing the difficulty of solving the case.

Dad instructed the officers to search the area around where the body was found for any suspicious activity.

"Have the forensic pathologist perform another autopsy to see if there's anything new, and send the DNA samples to the forensic lab as soon as possible."

He left my mom with that remark before hurrying off with his team.

They showed more concern for the body than they ever did for me.

My mom once stroked Matthew's hair and said that being a forensic pathologist was a noble profession. She believed that giving a voice to the dead was an important duty.

I watched as Matthew nodded in agreement. However, the moment my mom turned away, Matthew wiped his hair in disgust.

That time, I slapped Matthew across the face, but my dad punished me by shaving my head bald.

Now, my mom gently touched my hair with a hint of sadness and whispered, "To die so horribly... his family must be heartbroken."

I smirked bitterly. My family would probably be relieved by my death. Maybe only Amy would feel a little sad.

Mom's gloved hand moved across my back.

There was a large burn scar there, one I got after being kidnapped.

When they brought me home that year and I changed clothes, my mom stared at it in surprise. There was a hint of disgust in her expression. "How did you get that on your back? That's disgusting. Don't scare Matthew."

Could she recognize me now because of this scar?

I bit my lip nervously. Beads of sweat were forming on my forehead.

But a second later, Mom dismissed it casually. "This didn't happen this time."

Ruby, suddenly gasped softly. "Dr. Stella, there's a piece of paper in the victim's stomach!"

My mom's eyes widened as she took the paper and sighed. "The stomach acid has already corroded it. We'll see if the crime scene investigation (CSI) can analyze it later."

Suddenly, a phone rang. It was Matthew's favorite song.

Mom quickly removed her gloves and rushed to the hallway. Her voice was soft and loving.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong? Mommy's at work."

"Tomorrow?" Mom paused for a moment, then gritted her teeth. "Dad and I will definitely be there to cheer you on. Amy is on a business trip and won't be back in time."

Matthew's happy voice filled my ears. "Love you, Mom! I really hope Ethan can come watch my match. If he’s there to support me, I'm sure I'll win.

"It's fine if he doesn't want to come. It's normal that he doesn't like me. After all, I've hogged all your and Dad's love for so many years."

Even though Matthew and I had never gotten along, from the day I returned home, he was always secretly framing me.

But in front of our parents, he loved pretending we were close brothers.

From my experience, I figured Mom would be criticizing me soon.

Sure enough, Mom's voice suddenly grew sharp. "You are my precious son. What does Ethan even count for? He steals from the family and bullies you behind our backs. He doesn't deserve to be my son."

"Don't worry, even if he broke his leg, I'd make sure he wheels himself to watch your match!"

Matthew giggled happily. "Dad called me today to remind me to stay safe. Mom, if you get the chance, make sure you remind Ethan too."

"You take care of yourself. As long as Ethan doesn't die in front of me, I don't care what he’s up to." Mom always spoke about me with such disdain.

Maybe it was because the son they found was not raised properly and did not fit the family's standards.

Even after I was found, they refused to change my last name.

In their hearts, the only son they had was Matthew.

While they worried about his safety, no one remembered that I was their real son.

I wonder what their reaction would be when they found out how I died.

After all, Matthew was the one responsible for my death, and they were part of it too.

As she gently told Matthew to rest, my mom received a call from Amy.

"Amy, when does your business trip end? Your brother is waiting for you to watch his match!" Before Amy could even respond, she rushed to ask.

The day I was brought home, Mom and Dad stayed with a sobbing Matthew. Only Amy held my hand, brought me inside, and told me not to be afraid. The only warmth I ever felt in that house came from her.

On the other end of the phone, Amy paused in surprise. "Is it Ethan's math competition? Isn't that next month?"

Mom cut him off angrily. "Oh my, not Ethan again! Matthew is the brother you've known for years! How many times do I have to tell you? Ethan was raised outside and filled with bad habits. He doesn't deserve to be part of the Lambert family."

I could hear Amy sigh, as if she could not understand Mom's hostility toward me. "Mom, sometimes you shouldn't believe everything Matthew says. Ethan is kind and hardworking. If you paid more attention to him, you'd see that.

"I just called Ethan, but he didn't answer. He hasn't responded to the texts I sent a few days ago either. Isn't he home?"

Mom scoffed coldly. "He can come and go as he pleases. I'm not going to keep him on a leash, am I? He’s probably out causing trouble again. Tomorrow is Matthew's tennis match. If you can't make it, that's fine."

After a pause, she added harshly, "Tell Ethan that if he doesn't show up for Matthew's match tomorrow, he better not come home at all. Honestly, it's better if he’s not here."

Amy tried to defend me, but mom coldly hung up on her.

Dad walked in just as she was fuming. Seeing her upset, he asked, "Is it the case? Is the body difficult?"

Mom shook her head and complained, "It's not the body. It's Ethan again. He probably called Amy to complain, and now she is playing along with his disappearing act."

Dad let out a heavy breath. "He knows we're busy, but he’s still pulling these stunts. So irresponsible! I'll call him and straighten this out right now."

But every time he called, it went straight to voicemail.

"Ungrateful boy. We would've been better off never finding him. All he does is bring trouble!"

Standing nearby, Chester overheard everything. He sighed and said, "Back when Ethan was kidnapped, the two of you took a year off work to find him. Now that he’s back, it's like he's your enemy."

I bit my lip, bitterness filling my mouth.

The boy they brought home was not the one they had imagined. I was shy, awkward, and lacking in manners.

When I was fifteen and finally reunited with them, my parents sat in the grand living room. They were holding a sobbing Matthew and comforting him with patience.

I stood there in patched-up clothes, staring down at my worn rubber shoes with a toe sticking out.

Matthew stopped crying when he saw me. He pretended to be innocent and asked, "Who's this little beggar?"

My parents' expressions darkened. It was not because of what Matthew said, but because of me. Their disappointing son did not meet their expectations.

"Mr. Lambert, Dr. Zimmer, I checked the records, and there haven't been any missing persons reports filed in the last couple of days," a police officer said, approaching with the report in hand.

"Could the family not even notice their son’s missing? Maybe things aren't great at home?

"Can you believe some parents wouldn't even care about their child going missing?"

Hearing the murmurs around me, I could not help but feel a wave of sadness. It was so heavy that I could barely breathe.

My parents were worried about the victim's family for not filing a report in time, feeling sympathy for them.

Yet they never once considered whether I was safe during the days I had been missing.

Back when I was kidnapped, they were willing to abandon their jobs to search for me. But now, they assumed my disappearance was just a ploy for attention.

Maybe I never should have returned to the Lambert family after being found.

This was Matthew's home, not mine.

The years when they cared most about me had long been taken over by Matthew.

The love and affection that should have been mine would never come my way again.