Chapter 3

"My brother's name is Caleb Maxwell, and he lives in S-Province."

I spoke each word clearly to Liam Thompson.

Liam froze, then looked at me incredulously.

"Skye Thompson, you've gotten bold, haven't you?"

"Where did you get a brother named Caleb Maxwell?!"

Officer Davies immediately pulled me behind her, protectively, and turned to ask me,

"Young lady, do you know him?"

I shook my head, my voice very soft.

"No, I don't. And… I'm not Skye Thompson. My last name is Maxwell."

Liam's expression instantly changed to shock, disbelief written all over his face.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something.

"You're back too, aren't you?"

I lowered my head, clutching the hem of my shirt.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Skye Thompson!"

Liam's eyes blazed with raging hatred. "Do you think playing dumb or pretending to have amnesia will erase the fact that you're a murderer?"

"And you even made up a fake name to trick me,"

He scoffed. "What, do you think I'd be worried?"

"Let me tell you, keep dreaming."

He took a step closer, his eyes mocking.

"Fine. Your brother's named Caleb Maxwell, right? Then go find him."

He watched me smugly, as if certain I would panic.

"You're insane!"

Officer Davies cursed, then pulled me into her patrol car. "Come on, ignore him."

Liam finally panicked, chasing after us and banging on the car window.

"Where are you going?!"

But he only got a mouthful of exhaust fumes.

The car drove for a long time, eventually stopping in front of a garden house.

My heart was surprised.

I hadn't expected Caleb's family to be quite wealthy.

This instantly boosted my confidence about relying on him.

We walked up and knocked on the door. After a long wait, someone finally opened it.

The man standing behind the door was tall and slender, with refined features that held a hint of sickly paleness.

His messy hair slightly obscured his eyes, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing thin wrists.

Seeing us, he paused.

"And you are?"

"Brother, I'm your sister!"

I rushed straight into his arms.

He stiffened, but didn't immediately push me away.

"Skye, are you crazy?!"

Liam suddenly rushed up the stairs, pulling me away and angrily pointing at Caleb.

"What are you doing! Do you even know who he is? Just throwing yourself into someone's arms? What if he's a bad guy?!"

Seeing Liam's dusty, travel-worn appearance, he must have followed us all the way.

Just like in my previous life, when he secretly followed me and ultimately risked his life to save me.

My gaze lingered on him, unreadable.

"He's my brother. What right do you have to insult my brother?"

Liam laughed in exasperation. "He's your brother? Skye Thompson, do you even have eyes?!"

I retorted, word for word,

"If he's not my brother, then are you?"

I stared at him, watching as Liam's mouth opened, the word "yes" almost escaping.

But he forcefully stopped himself.

He glared at me, then let out a cold laugh.

"You almost tricked me there. I told you I'm not your brother. You don't deserve to be my sister."

A cynical smile tugged at my lips.

Officer Davies finally lost her patience, cutting in sharply.

"Which one of you is her brother, for goodness sake?!"