Remember 2

Chapter 2 

“Hannah Brown!” 

Daniel gritted his teeth. “How did I never see just how cruel you are?” 

ua stood before me to 

above with a cold gaze. 

“In one month, I’m marrying Sophia.” 

“From now on, you need to remember your place.” 

“What place?” I looked up at him. 

“You’re my sister.” 

“We may not be related by blood,” he said, pausing as something unreada. “but you call me brother, and that means you’ll always just be my sister.” 

He hesitated for a moment, then added, “Don’t ever try to drug me again. 

I suddenly laughed. 

So he had always believed that I was the one who drugged him. 

No wonder he had hated me for thirty years in our last life. 

dickered in his eyes, 

From the very beginning, he had seen me as a vile woman willing to stoop to anything to have him. 

“Fine,” I said calmly, nodding. “I wish you both happiness.” 

A trace of surprise flickered in Daniel’s eyes. He clearly hadn’t expected me to agree so easily. 

What he didn’t know was that my parents had left me an escape route. 

Brother, if you really insist on marrying someone else–you’ll end up with nothing. 

The ones who loved me most had always been Mom and Dad. 

For now, I would wait quietly for their wedding day. 

Daniel made me personally take care of Sophia, claiming it was to “atone for my sins.” 

“Hannah, from now on, you’ll cook, clean, and care for Sophia.” 

He stood in the living room, towering over me like a judge handing down punishment. 

“Until you truly repent and wipe away the malice in your heart.” 

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I didn’t resist. I simply nodded. “Alright.” 

He seemed a little taken aback by how obedient I was–but quickly returned to his usual cold 

demeanor. 

Sophia sat on the sofa, gently stroking her barely visible baby bump, and smiled sweetly at me. 

“Hannah, I’ll be counting on you.” 

Of course. She was clearly looking for trouble. 

She had morning sickness. 

She insisted I hold the basin and stand beside her, watching as she doubled over and retched. 

The stench of vomit splashed onto my hands, disgusting and sour. 

She leaned weakly against the sofa, her eyes glinting with something sinister. 

“Sorry, I dirtied you.” 

Expressionless, I cleaned the mess off my hands, completely numb inside. 

When her feet swelled, I calmly massaged them. 

Each session lasted over an hour until my hands went numb. 

I endured it all. 

But that wasn’t enough for her. 

She tormented me when Daniel wasn’t around, and slandered me when he was. 

Once, I handed her a bowl of ginger tea. She suddenly collapsed, 

No–she faked the fall. 

The scalding tea splashed all over my hands, instantly raising painful blisters. 

The searing pain made me tremble. The bowl slipped from my hands and shattered into pieces. 

“Sophia!” 

Daniel rushed over like a madman, cradling Sophia–who had merely twisted her ankle–and roared at me. 

“You really can’t stand her, can you?! You even tried to hurt her just for walking carefully?!” 

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I looked down at my blistered, red hand–layer upon layer of swelling–and yet Daniel didn’t spare 

me a single glance. 

“Daniel…” 

Sophia leaned weakly into his arms. “It’s not Hannah’s fault. I was careless.” 

“Don’t speak for her!” 

Daniel’s voice was sharp with rage. “She did it on purpose!” 

The pain throbbed through my hand, but I just stared at them calmly, my heart as hollow as a 

wasteland. 

I had already known this would be the outcome. 

“She might be jinxing me,” Sophia said suddenly, pointing to the ruby pendant around my neck. “I heard seeing red during pregnancy is bad luck.” 

“Take that thing off,” Daniel said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion. 

That necklace had been a gift from him on my sixteenth birthday. 

It was once the most precious thing I owned. 

Before I could respond, he reached over and yanked it. 

The thin silver chain dug into my skin, burning with pain. 

Snap–the chain broke. 

Without a second glance, he tossed it into the fireplace beside us. 

In a flash, the flames devoured the ruby pendant. 

So this was how he saw it–all the things I had once treasured were nothing more than trash to him. 

What a joke. 

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