When the police arrived, I was already dead.
I guess the cause of my death should be excessive bleeding.
But fortunately, the wounds all over my body no longer hurt.
I know that Uriah's paintings are his life. I am willing to die for his paintings, as long as he is willing to forgive me and forgive mom.
"Sister?"
A momentary look of astonishment flashed across Uriah's face.
I wonder which sister he thought of in that moment.
Just when I thought he would realize it was me, there was a crisp shout at the door.
"Uriah!"
It was his biological sister, Iris Knight.
A look of surprise flashed across his face, and his shoulders relaxed as if a burden had been lifted.
He walked quickly to Iris's side and saw the gauze and band-aids on her body, his eyes filled with deep concern.
"Silly girl, these paintings are nothing compared to your safety. Don't do such foolish things again in the future. I will feel heartbroken."
Iris pressed her arm with the gauze, smiled faintly, and her pale lips were very convincing.
"Uriah, I'm not silly. I know how important these paintings are to you. I'm willing to do anything for you!"
"Iris, you are so good that I don't know what to say."
Uriah hugged Iris excitedly.