Chapter 2

Having made up my mind, I gently pushed Isabella away.

Pretending not to see the prop knife on the floor, I turned and went to the kitchen to pour her a glass of warm milk.

"Isabella, don't say such silly things. Here, drink some milk to calm your nerves."

"Don't worry, I know you better than anyone. I believe in you."

After crying for a while, Isabella's mouth was dry. Without thinking, she drank the entire glass of milk.

After finishing, she used the excuse of being tired to send me out.

But what she didn't know was that I had put a large dose of sleeping pills in the milk.

What was about to happen would be beyond her control.

I sat in the living room, silently watching the clock on the wall. As time ticked by minute by minute, second by second, the doorbell finally rang as expected.

"Ryan, where's my sister?"

The visitor was Isabella's sister, Megan.

As soon as she came in, she slapped me across the face.

To ensure the plan could proceed smoothly, I suppressed the anger in my heart and swallowed this bitter pill.

I pointed towards the bedroom and followed behind Megan as she entered.

As soon as we walked in, we saw Isabella lying motionless on the bed, with a deep, bone-deep wound on her wrist.

The bright red bloodstains had soaked the bedding, looking shocking and eerie under the glare of the white light.

Megan threw herself onto Isabella, wailing for a while. Noticing my approach, she suddenly stood up and raised her hand, bringing it down hard on my face.

Slap!

My head was knocked to the side, half of my face burning hot, and my eardrum ringing from the blow.

"Useless! You can't even protect your own wife."

"Ryan, are you even a man? My sister's life was taken by cyberbullying and public opinion. If you don't avenge her, I won't acknowledge you as my brother-in-law!"

The emotionally charged Megan cried as she threw a suicide note in my face.

I looked down, and sure enough, it was the same as in my previous life.

Isabella wanted me to avenge her.

"Sis, don't worry. I will avenge Isabella. But now, let's take her to the hospital for emergency treatment."

I pinched my thigh hard, squeezing out two tears of sorrow.

Pretending to be anxious, I came to the bedside and reached out to check Isabella's cut, making a show of dialing for an ambulance.

Megan was startled and quickly hung up my phone.

"I've already checked. Isabella has no pulse. According to our hometown customs, we need to dress her in funeral clothes immediately."

She hurriedly pushed me out the door, telling me to go buy a set of funeral clothes right away.

At the same time, she craned her neck, blocking my view of Isabella.

I could only comply, walking out a couple of steps before turning back.

I raised my hand with a confused look, "Sis, what's this thing on my hand?"

"Huh? Let me see."

Megan didn't expect me to suddenly turn back, and a flash of panic quickly crossed her eyes.

She frowned and tore off a strangely colored tape from my hand.

Her uneasy eyes darted around, and her expression became increasingly uncomfortable.

It looked a bit like...

I suspiciously peeked into the room and widened my eyes, "Sis, am I seeing things? The cut on Isabella's wrist seems to have disappeared."

Reminded by me, Megan's face turned pale, and she instinctively closed the door.

"You, you're seeing things. Don't waste time, go buy the funeral clothes quickly."

Hearing her panicked voice coming through the door crack, I smirked and responded, turning to leave.

After leaving, I followed Megan's instructions and bought a set of funeral clothes from a funeral home.

But I didn't rush back. Instead, I found a bubble tea shop, sipping on a drink while opening the surveillance camera feed on my phone.

In the surveillance feed, Megan patted Isabella, trying to wake her up.

But Isabella showed no response. Frustrated, Megan cursed under her breath, picked up the prop knife from the floor, and forcefully cut Isabella's wrist.

A deep wound immediately appeared on her fair wrist, blood flowing from the cut and dripping onto the floor, forming a small pool of blood.

"Does it have to be this realistic? It looks just like the real thing."

Megan was shocked by the scene before her.

She stood there, holding the prop knife, not knowing what to do.

Seeing that it was about right, I quickly brought the funeral clothes back.

"Sis, why is there so much blood?"

"It seems Isabella really can't be saved."

I pointed at the pool of blood on the floor in horror, catching a glimpse of Isabella on the bed. Her face was pale, her brows furrowed, as if she was showing signs of waking up.

In the heat of the moment, I didn't wait for Megan to explain and started helping Isabella change into the funeral clothes.

As I changed her, I cried, even pressing hard on Isabella's wound, making her bleed faster.

"This, how would I know? Look at you, your rough hands are pressing on Isabella's wound."

"Forget it, you're too emotional. Let me do it."

With that, Megan unceremoniously pushed me out.

She closed the door, not letting me in, saying she was worried I would have an emotional breakdown.

In fact, I knew she was afraid the fake wound on Isabella's wrist would be exposed.

Too bad, before I left, I had already replaced the prop knife with a real one. I have to say, Megan was just all breasts and no brains.

Stupid!

I leaned against the door, listening to the movements inside.

Hearing that she had finished changing clothes and was about to open the door, I quickly moved away and pretended to make a phone call.

"Hello, is this the funeral home? My wife has passed away. Can you send someone to take her away?"