"Nearly. If Savannah hadn't been so willful—if she hadn't bullied Stella into severe depression—I wouldn't have needed a staged bankruptcy and a terminal illness to break her spirit."
He took a sip, expression cold. "Stella was transferred to the Capital's Fort Valor Military District to bolster her resume and lift her spirits. She's finally agreed to forgive Savannah. Soon, I'll have the medical team orchestrate a 'miraculous recovery.' Savannah can return to her unit. After this much suffering, she should have learned her lesson."
The subordinate hesitated. "But ALS is incurable, General. Will Savannah actually buy a miraculous recovery?"
Sebastian smiled with chilling confidence.
"That silly girl? I raised her from childhood. She believes every word I say."
He leaned back, tone absolute. "Stella is a martyr's orphan, sensitive and fragile. As the older sister, Savannah needs to learn to yield. I'm doing this for her own good. In the future... I will compensate her."
I lowered my head, tears tracing silent paths down my cheeks.
But Uncle, there is no future, I thought, my heart fracturing.
Your terminal illness is a lie.
But mine is real.
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