Lawyer With Spoilers: Saving My Sister, Dooming Him

My whole body jolted as the hand I had reached out to help the woman froze midair.

I did indeed have an older sister named Eleanor Norris who had gone missing in a park when she was five years old.

All these years, I'd pushed myself relentlessly—studying, earning certifications, climbing my way up, and throwing myself headfirst into the legal profession—just to gain the status and connections necessary to find her myself.

And the woman in front of me, who called herself Eliana Fraser, had the same shape of eyes and the same curve of nose. Even the subtle way her expression tightened when she frowned almost perfectly matched the blurry childhood photos sitting in my phone.

The child asleep in her arms looked even more like my sister when she was still a little girl.

Could those comments really be telling the truth?

I forced down the storm of emotions churning inside me and made my voice as gentle as possible.

"Please, get up first. The floor's cold. Whatever it is, we can talk it through slowly. I'm listening."

As I helped her to the couch for the guests, I raised my hand and brushed a stray lock of hair off her shoulder, as if without thinking. Then I discreetly tucked a strand of her long hair into my palm.

"Give me a moment. I'll get you a glass of warm water."

I turned and walked quickly out of the consultation room, heading straight for the break room. I took out a sterile envelope, plucked two of my own hairs, and carefully sealed them together with hers.

My assistant, Lily Boone, happened to be outside organizing case files. I shoved the envelope into her hand and lowered my voice.

"Take this to the DNA testing lab at Lakeside Hospital and ask for Dr. Talbert. Stay there and watch them do the test—don't leave for even a second. The moment the results are out, call me."

Lily had worked with me for three years. She instantly nodded and hurried off with the envelope.

By the time I returned to the consultation room, Eliana had started sobbing again.

"He keeps a very tight watch on me. My phone, ID, and bank cards have all been confiscated. There are cameras everywhere in the house. I don't even have a way to contact the outside world…" she said, choking on sobs. "I only managed to sneak out while he was in a meeting and the bodyguards weren't paying attention."

"He told me I'd never leave him in this lifetime. Even if I died, I could only die by his side. But my child, Zoey, is still so young; she doesn't understand anything. I can't let her suffer with me…"

She lifted her tear-streaked face, her eyes filled with desperate pleading.

"Ms. Norris, I don't want anything. The house, the money, the assets—I can give them all up. I just want a divorce. I just want to be able to take my daughter with me. Please, help me."

My heart tightened with a dull ache just looking at her.

The chat continued to flicker in front of my eyes, each of them reminding me that she was the FMC—female main character—of a tragic, doomed story. And I was originally meant to be an insignificant throwaway character who only needed to watch from the sidelines.

But I couldn't do that.

Whether it was my professional ethics as a lawyer or the almost instinctive pull of blood ties deep in my bones, there was no way I could just stand by and watch her plunge right back into the abyss.

I was just about to offer her some comfort and help her calm down when the chat suddenly went crazy again.