After the meeting, Captain Lewis asked my brother to stay behind and suggested, "Since we don't have any other leads right now, why don't we send the DNA for testing? At least we can confirm the identity of the victim and tell her family about this."

Upon hearing this, my brother furrowed his brows even tighter.

"It's not that I don't want to send it for testing, but it would be difficult in this case. The victim's DNA may pose a challenge."

His words were light, but they weighed heavily on my heart.

The painful memories of suffering suddenly came to my mind, and every inch of my body was torn apart with excruciating pain.

She disappeared eight years ago, and everyone thought the killer had died.

But she took out her eight years of pent-up hatred on me.

Captain Lewis instructed the members of the task force to search for the missing finger along the route followed by the delivery.

However, they only found an abandoned tricycle.

An entire day was gone, but there was no progress in the case.

During the second meeting of the task force, my brother concluded directly.

"This is a revenge killing, identical to the case eight years ago.

"If it's not the same person who committed the unsolved case eight years ago, then it's highly likely that it's a suspect who escaped from that case!"

He sounded weak when uttering the last sentence, making all the people present feel down.

Eight years ago, they lost their captain, the best officer among them.

My brother also lost his qualification as a detective who could wield a gun.

Yet, they still found nothing.

"That fucking beast! What a heartless bastard!"

Unable to contain his anger, Captain Lewis cursed, his face turning blushed.

"Does he think we can't do anything to him like we couldn't eight years ago? Today's technology is much better than what we had back then! He won't escape this time! If we can't catch him, I will resign and go back to my hometown!"

He clenched his hand tightly on the conference table, with veins pulsating at the corners of his eyes.

My brother's eyes were filled with pent-up grudges.

Worried that he might lose control again, Captain Lewis reminded him,

"If it's the same person from eight years ago, I suggest you stay out of this for now. Take a few days to rest and protect your sister."

My brother nodded slightly but took a moment to respond,

"Freya just graduated and was planning to travel abroad with her classmates. I'll continue with the investigation."

Upon hearing this, Captain Lewis' expression darkened.

"Harry, don't forget who your real sister is! Look at what you've been doing for the past eight years. What would your father think if he learned this?"

My brother became somewhat annoyed by the reprimand.

"I know my family affairs better than you do. Molly could betray me, but she would never put herself in danger. She has done such a thing eight years ago!"

The sarcastic tone in his voice hurt my feelings, causing pain in my heart with each breath.

Seeing this, Captain Lewis rubbed his throbbing temples.

"Molly is not that kind of girl. I didn't figure out exactly what happened in that case back then. However, even if it's as you said, your father traded his life for Molly. Why can't you cherish her for your father's sake?"

"After your parents passed away, she is the only family you have in this world."

My brother's eyes turned crimson, tears shimmering.

No matter how much time had passed, whenever that case was mentioned, he would still lose his composure.

My brother roared, "As long as I'm alive, I'll never acknowledge a family who betrayed my father!

"I no longer have parents, and I don't care if I lose that heartless sister!"

It seemed mentioning my name was an insult to our parents.

He gritted his teeth and continued, "She actually ordered a cake for Freya's graduation ceremony that day. It's only been eight years, and she has already forgotten how my father died!"

Tears streamed down my face. How could I forget?

On my tenth birthday, my father collapsed in a pool of blood while bringing me a cake he had bought.

Since that day, desserts have become a common taboo between my brother and me.

How could I ever forget?

Seeing that my brother was in such a bad state, Captain Lewis forced him to put down the case and take a day off.

As soon as my brother got in the car, he sent a message to Freya Scott, telling her not to open the door for strangers.

"I'll be home soon. Look in the fridge and find something to eat first."

I was close to him, close enough to hear the trembling fear in his voice.

Sadness and bitterness rose uncontrollably in my heart.

My brother kept hitting the gas pedal all the way because Freya didn't reply to his message immediately.

But when he reached the last intersection, my brother suddenly changed direction.

I finally couldn't control my emotions when I saw my brother step into a dessert shop.

He hesitated at the door for only two seconds before resolutely walking in.

He went straight to the pastry area, grabbed a chocolate cake, paid, and left.

After getting in the car, he opened his phone and still didn't see any reply. A hint of urgency flashed in his eyes.

The next second, he sent a voice message to Freya,

"I bought your favorite Chocolate cake. Please don't be mad at me. The reason I left your graduation ceremony that day was because there was a sudden case at the bureau."

His tone carried coaxing and gentle affection, a side of him I had never seen before.

He regarded the cake with my name on it as a scourge.

But in order to please his Freya, he could give up his principles.

I will never forget my tenth birthday. Not knowing about my dad's death, I cried and demanded a birthday cake from my brother.

His eyes turned red with hatred, and he shouted at me, a kid,

"Get lost! Don't ever mention the word 'cake' to me again! I will never step into those shops again!"

"Molly, why wasn't it you who died today? Why wasn't it you?! Just die! I can get as many cakes as you want, as long as I can get back my dad..."

I was so frightened by him that I trembled all over and didn't even dare to shed tears.

Every birthday since then, his curses echoed in my ears like a spell.

Tears streamed down my face, and my brother hurried home, took the keys, and opened the door.

Freya came out of the kitchen with a smile on her face, holding a dessert she had baked.

There was a light in her eyes when she saw my brother.

"Harry? What are you doing back? I haven't finished making this yet!"

The scent of cream filled every inch of the living room, and I couldn't stop trembling.

My fear of her had become a physiological response ingrained in my bones.

But my brother only frowned for a moment, and his gaze fell on the baking tray in her hands. He rushed towards her like an arrow.

"These things are too hot. They can pose great danger to you. Don't make these alone at home. If you want desserts, just send me a message, and I'll bring them back for you."

As he spoke, he presented the pastries he had just bought to Freya as if they were treasures.

I bit my teeth so hard that they almost broke.

"Why is he acting like a different person in front of Freya?

He even let her bake desserts in my parents' house and trample on my self-esteem." I wondered.

Although he spoke blaming words, his tone was full of concern and worry.

"Why didn't you reply to my messages? I thought you were mad at me for leaving early on your graduation ceremony."

"Why would I be? It must have been a major case for you. So, I won't be so ignorant to be mad at you."

Looking at Freya's charming smile, my brother felt relieved and said, "I almost forgot. You're not Molly."

Freya handed the dessert she had just baked to my brother, but this time, he didn't seem to take the dessert as a taboo.

He took a bite of the cake and didn't forget to compliment Freya.

Just as my brother finished eating a piece of bread, Captain Lewis called.

"You'd better come over. There's a package for you at the bureau with Molly's name on it and a birthday card wishing her a happy birthday."

Ever since my body was found in delivery boxes, all packages at the police station had to be opened in the presence of the task force.

As soon as my brother heard my name, his face turned cold, and he retorted sternly,

"Don't mention Molly to me. From the day we got the case until now, I haven't received any news from her. Now, she's sending me a package. Is it her ashes?"

A bitter smile appeared on my face.

"It's not ashes. It's the only clue I left behind." I said silently.

I never expected that my brother's hatred for me would make him disregard this case.

Captain Lewis remained silent for a while before speaking, "To avoid breaking the rules, I'll open it for you first."

My brother hung up the phone directly, not wanting to hear any news about me.

But before he could finish another bite of cake, Captain Lewis' phone call came again.

Losing patience, my brother answered the call and put it on speakerphone.

Freya looked pleased, her eyes filled with disdainful laughter.

"It's a birthday cake."

Captain Lewis' words instantly made my brother slam the table.

"Are you kidding me? What the hell is wrong with Molly? I've already scolded her but she still sent it to the police station! I'm going to ask her what she means by this!"

Captain Lewis hurriedly spoke, "I smashed the cake. Inside was a severed finger. I'm not sure if it's the missing one from the body. It's best if you come back and take a look."

The seriousness in his tone forced my brother to take it seriously.

After hanging up the phone, Freya asked my brother concernedly, "Is there any progress on the case?"

But this time, my brother didn't reply; he just kept dialing my number.

However, all he heard was a busy tone repeated over and over again.

At the same time, Captain Lewis sent my brother a message.

The photo showed the severed finger in the cake, with two knife marks carved on it.

The angle was the same as it was eight years ago.

My brother's face turned pale instantly, and his lips trembled.

He rushed to the door and picked up the key.

Before leaving, he turned around and reminded Freya, "I'll be gone for a few days. Don't leave the house! Stay at home and wait for me!"

He locked the door and didn't see Freya, who was sitting on the sofa, wearing a cold and sneering face.

On his way to the bureau, the department responsible for forensic examination called, and my brother abruptly stopped in the middle of the road.

"The identity of the deceased has been confirmed!"