By the time Xavier arrived, the first round of autopsy had just ended.
He was panting heavily with a shopping bag in his hand.
Several young policemen rushed up to find clues, but as soon as they approached, they vomited all over the river bank.
Carson approached Xavier and looked at the shopping bag in his hand with a frown.
"What is it? Your two younger sisters' birthday gifts? It's inappropriate to bring it here. Don't you think?"
Only then did Xavier suddenly remember what he was holding in his hand. When he heard Carson mention me, he frowned and looked unhappy.
"My two younger sisters? I, Xavier Cullen, only have one younger sister. That's Chloe!"
"That bitch isn't worthy to be mentioned in the same breath as Chloe. She's bad luck! My father traded his life for hers. She will definitely not live long, so a birthday celebration is not necessary for her! She needs a funeral."
The undisguised hatred in his tone made my heart bleed.
I was afraid I didn't have a funeral anymore.
No one would come to claim my body.