What happened at Ashton’s funeral left the relatives and friends who had come to pay their respects feeling outraged on my behalf—but none of them dared to speak out.

The Ostern Family’s influence was too powerful.

All they could do was offer me quiet words of comfort.

In the end, I swallowed my hatred and buried my brother beneath the cold earth.

It wasn’t until the next morning that I was able to calm down enough to think clearly.

Suddenly, I felt a desperate need to see Aiden.

I stumbled to the hospital, clinging to the thought that even without my older brother, I still had my little brother.

In two days, we’d leave this place behind—all the pain, the humiliation, the people who wanted to hurt us. No one would be able to find us ever again.

For Aiden’s sake, I had to endure. Just thinking of his innocent face brought warmth back to my frozen heart.

But when I pushed open the door to his hospital room, I was met with a sight that shattered me completely.

Aiden was lying pale and lifeless on the bed.

The room was empty. All of the medical equipment had been removed.

My body froze. Trembling, I rushed to check his breathing.

It was faint—but he was still alive.

I bolted from the ward and finally found his attending physician on the first floor.

Grabbing him by the collar, I spoke with a voice that shook like I’d just crawled out of an ice cellar.

“Doctor, my brother… Why did you remove his equipment? Put it back—please! He’ll die without it!”

The doctor’s face was full of unease.

“I’m sorry, Miss Grain. This is Miss Ostern’s order. She said you humiliated her at the funeral and now the entire social circle is laughing at her. She wants to punish you.”

I broke down, nearly collapsing into tears, pleading with him desperately.

“But he’ll really die like this! Please save him—please! I’ll go beg Miss Ostern myself. I’ll do anything!”

The doctor pushed me away, his voice helpless.

“I’m sorry. We can’t disobey orders. Not just our hospital—but every hospital in the city has received the same directive. We’re not allowed to treat your brother. This is Miss Ostern’s order.”

He paused, then added with a touch of sympathy, “I think… begging Miss Ostern won’t work. But maybe—maybe you can try Mr. Ostern instead. He might be able to help.”

The moment Bryan’s name was mentioned, my eyes, previously dull and lifeless, suddenly lit up.

Yes, Aiden had once saved Bryan’s life.

Back when Bryan had been in a car accident, it was Aiden who had thrown himself into danger to rescue him—leaving him in his current condition.

Bryan owed him his life. He had to save him.

I frantically pulled out my phone and called Bryan.

No answer.

I called again. Still no answer.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I jumped into a taxi and rushed to the Ostern Corporation.

But I didn’t even make it through the front door. Security blocked me at the entrance.

“Who are you here to see? Do you have an appointment? You can’t just walk into the Ostern Corporation.”

My voice was hoarse, but I spoke as firmly as I could, “I’m your boss’s fiancée. I have urgent business with him. Please, let me in.”

The security guard’s face darkened. His tone became even firmer.

“You’re not allowed to enter. Mr. Ostern said you’ve repeatedly targeted his sister and he’s extremely disappointed in you. He wants to be left alone for a few days. He doesn’t want to see you.”

I broke down. I pulled a sunny day doll from my pocket.

“This… This is what Mr. Ostern gave me. He said it was a token of reconciliation. That no matter how angry he was, if I showed him this, he’d calm down.”

This doll had once been posted on Bryan’s social media. Everyone knew it was special. Whoever held the sunny day doll had the power to defuse any of Mr. Ostern’s anger. It was his personal get-out-of-jail-free card.

The moment the guards recognized it, I became excited.

I tried to push forward, to rush inside. But the security guard shoved me back roughly. Their expressions turned cold with disdain.

“Who are you trying to fool with that fake?”

“Everyone knows the real sunny doll is with Mr. Ostern’s sister.”

“You liar. Get out of here—and don’t cause any more trouble.”

I thought I had heard wrong.

How could the sunny doll that Bryan had personally given me be fake?

He told me it was a symbol of his affection—one that only I possessed in the entire world. But what did that even matter anymore?

I didn’t have time to dwell on it.

I dropped to my knees and pleaded with the guards.

“My brother’s medical equipment has been removed. If we wait any longer, he’ll die! He’s Mr. Ostern’s savior. If you just tell him, he’ll definitely come to help. Please... please!”

But the security guards remained unmoved.

Then, at that moment, my phone rang. It was the hospital. They said my brother was okay.

Overwhelmed with relief, I nearly fainted.

I rushed back to the hospital—and finally saw my brother again. With the oxygen supply restored, his heartbeat slowly stabilized. The crushing weight on my chest began to lift.

Just then, my phone vibrated again. It was a video from an unknown number. In the video, Bryan was seated in his office.

From the camera angle, he had a clear view of everything happening at the company’s entrance.

Camila was sitting on his lap, her arms wrapped seductively around his neck. Their clothes were disheveled. It was obvious what had just happened.

Then Camila smiled and said teasingly, “Bryan, Sienna is your savior, yet you removed her brother’s equipment just to make me feel better. Aren’t you afraid she’ll ignore you once she finds out?”

Bryan scoffed.

“I told you—I won’t let anyone bully you. Not even Sienna. The way she treated you at the funeral... she deserves to be punished.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let her brother die. I just needed to teach her a lesson.”

Camila laughed, then leaned in and kissed him.

Bryan—the man who had once been so cold, so restrained that we’d only had one accidental encounter in five years—now held her head tightly, kissing her back with unrestrained hunger in his eyes.

I had no idea how I managed to watch the entire video. When it ended, I felt completely numb.

Bryan had loved only Camila from the very beginning. So why did he choose to be with me?

Why did he have to destroy my family like this?

Just then, Aiden stirred. At some point, he had woken up. He reached out weakly and touched my hand.

“Sienna...”

I froze, then an overwhelming wave of joy surged through me. Gripping his hand tightly, I burst into tears.

“You’re awake... Thank God you’re awake!”

He gently wiped the tears from my cheeks.

“Don’t cry. Where’s Bryan?”

Just hearing that word made me sick to my stomach. Still, I forced myself to stay calm.

“We broke up.”

“Don’t worry, Aiden. Get some rest. Tomorrow, I’ll take you somewhere better—somewhere safe for treatment.”

He could sense something was wrong, but he didn’t press me. He just held my hand tightly, as if trying to comfort me without words.

That night, after settling Aiden in, I made an appointment for an abortion.

The next morning, I went to the hospital.

The baby was four months old. It already had a human form, curled up tightly inside me.

When I saw it, my heart broke. I was filled with guilt.

I bent down and gently kissed the baby.

“I’m sorry. I was blind. I couldn’t give you a good father.”

“If there’s a next life, I promise I’ll make sure you grow up happy and healthy.”

Then I placed the tiny body in a plastic bag... and had it shipped to Bryan via courier. I wanted him to know that he was the one who had taken our child’s life with his own hands.

After it was done, I went to the law firm, picked up my passport and boarded the plane with Aiden.

We flew to Miami.

As soon as we landed, I received a message.

“Miss, we have successfully canceled all identity records for both you and your brother. From now on, no one will be able to find you.”

I exhaled slowly.

Finally, it was all over.

Aiden had just woken up from a vegetative state. He was still very weak and had to rely on a wheelchair to move around.

He looked outside at the bright, sunny day and smiled warmly.

“Sienna, I thought I’d never wake up again in this lifetime.”

I gently ruffled his hair and spoke softly to comfort him.

“Silly, what are you saying? Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you from now on. I’ll never let you get hurt again.”

Aiden nodded obediently. Then, as if something suddenly came to mind, he looked up and asked, “Where’s Ashton? Why didn’t he come with us? I haven’t seen him in so long and I really miss him.”

“And what about Camila? I’ve been unconscious for so many years—does she still remember me?”

My hands froze mid-movement as a wave of sorrow and anger surged through my heart.

I didn’t know how to explain that our older brother was gone—dead—and that the person who had killed him was the very girl my younger brother had secretly loved for years: Camila.

Sensing something was wrong, he quickly asked, “Sienna, why aren’t you saying anything? Could it be… something happened that I don’t know about?”

I looked at him with a complicated expression. But in the end, I knew I had to tell him the truth. I knelt beside him, took his hand gently in mine and said, “I’ll tell you everything you want to know. But first, please take care of your health. I only have you now. Don’t let me lose you too.”

Aiden was smart. He immediately understood the meaning behind my words. His handsome brows furrowed deeply for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

He held my hand tightly and spoke softly, trying to comfort me. “Alright. I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll get my health back in order as soon as possible.”

Seeing how understanding and mature he was, my heart ached and my nose stung. I wrapped him tightly in my arms.

Meanwhile, on the other side…

After spending the night with Camila, Bryan finally remembered that he had a girlfriend.

He glanced at the sleeping Camila, leaned down to kiss her forehead, then got out of bed and stepped onto the balcony to call me.

“Sorry, the number you dialed is currently busy. Please try again later…”

He assumed I was on the phone and decided to send a Whatsapp message instead.

[Where are you now? I’ll come find you.]

But the message didn’t go through. I had blocked him.

He stared at the small exclamation mark on the screen, confused for a moment, then realized what had happened. He called again.

The same message played.

Only then did it sink in.

I had blocked him.

In the five years we had been together, this was the first time I had deleted him from my life.

Was it because he didn’t see me yesterday?

As he pondered this, Camila came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, her sweet voice drifting into his ears.

“Bryan, why didn’t you wake me up when you got up?”

Hearing her spoiled tone, all of Bryan’s unease melted away. He turned to her, pinched her cheek playfully and replied in a doting voice, “Because I didn’t want to disturb you. But since you’re awake, let’s go have breakfast. I already had someone prepare it for you.”

“After we eat, I have something to tell you.”

Camila blinked her eyes, curious. “What is it?”

“We’ll talk about it after breakfast.”

Knowing he never made empty promises, Camila obediently followed him downstairs and ate her meal.

After breakfast, she looked at him eagerly. “Bryan, what is it you wanted to tell me?”

Bryan looked at her, his expression conflicted. He hesitated.

Camila sensed something was wrong. Her smile began to fade and she urged him,

“Just say it.”

He pursed his lips.

“Camila, I just wanted to say that… even though we love each other, the way things are now isn’t right. Staying entangled like this can’t go on. After I marry Sienna, we should end whatever this is between us.”

The room went silent.

Camila’s face darkened, her eyes flashing with hidden fury.

“Bryan, didn’t you promise to take care of me for the rest of your life? Or… have you fallen in love with Sienna?”

Back then, Bryan had started a relationship with me only to divert the family's attention—so no one would suspect his true feelings.

The Ostern Family would never allow them to be together.

A flicker of guilt crossed Bryan’s eyes and he quickly assured her, “Of course not. You’re the only one in my heart. I just worry people will talk and criticize you. That’s why I want to end this relationship. But don’t worry. I’ll find someone who will love you and take care of you for the rest of your life.”

Camila slammed her fork onto the table. She refused to accept it.

“But I only love you. You’re the only one in my heart. You said it yourself—being with Sienna was just temporary. But it’s been five years. Why haven’t you broken up with her yet?”

“Bryan, have you really never developed any feelings for her?”

She stared into his eyes, as if trying to read the truth from deep within them.

But she was no match for Bryan. His face darkened suddenly.

“When have I ever broken my word to you? I said I wouldn’t fall in love with anyone else and I haven’t. If you keep doubting my sincerity like this, I’ll get angry.”

Since they had known each other, this was the first time Bryan had raised his voice at her.

She panicked and immediately backed down.

“Alright, I believe you, Bryan. I just hope you won’t disappoint me.”

Bryan said nothing more. He stood and got ready to leave for work.

Just as he stepped outside, a deliveryman arrived. The man looked at Bryan’s sharp, tailored suit and asked respectfully, “Are you Mr. Ostern? A woman sent you a package.”

Bryan furrowed his brows as he accepted the tightly wrapped box. A strange glint flashed in his eyes.

After signing his name, he carried it back to the living room.

He opened it…

And froze.