All Chapters of After I Died in A Shipping Container: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My father and brothers gave all the good things to Cynthia.She fell while running, yet she cried and claimed I had tripped her. She broke my doll but held the broken doll in front of my father and said, "Estelle doesn't like me and cut my doll."Every time they believed her and punished me. Even the draw box that they used to give me rewards became a way to punish me.I looked at them, my tears finally spilling down in heavy drops. However, I was scared to cry out loud and could only bite my lips hard, retorting in a whisper, "Dad... Brothers... I didn't. I didn't hurt her..."My father's expression turned grimmer. "Estelle, you still won't admit your mistake. You're only five years old, yet you're already so evil. Cynthia is the only child her mother left. Since she entrusted her to me, I won't let her suffer! Go to your room to reflect. You're not allowed to eat tonight, and you can't come out unless you admit your mistake!" They forgot that my mother also entrusted me to them

Ouch! It hurt even more than when I broke my arm! I glanced down and noticed the knife had only pierced a little. Blood seeped through my clothes, but it did not seem like I was going to die right away, as I had thought. The pain was so intense, I struggled to catch my breath. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I wanted to push the knife in deeper, but the agony made me let go.The knife clattered to the ground.My father and my brothers, who came running after hearing the noise, had a change of expression when they saw this.My father snatched the knife off the ground, his eyes red with anger as he slapped me across the face. "Estelle! You're becoming even more lawless! Do you think hurting yourself can get our attention?"I curled up in pain and raised my head as tears mixed with blood trickled into my mouth. "Dad... You said... to listen to Mom... Mom asked you to take care of me... "My father's body jerked violently as a look of pain and struggle that I could not understand flic

Like an invisible hand, the disgusting stench tightly clamped Sean's throat. He staggered backward a few steps, grasped the nearby wall, and began to vomit violently, his face as pale as paper.Inside the shipping container, the heat wave attacked him with the stench of death. A small, curled-up figure lay quietly in the corner, motionless, with her skin taking on an unnatural bluish-gray color, showing no sign of life."No... No way..." Sean muttered to himself, his voice shaking uncontrollably. He could not believe what he was seeing.How could the little girl who had been crying as she talked back and meekly said she missed her mother just a few days ago have turned out like this?He almost crawled back to the villa, shouting incoherently. "Dad! Dad! Estelle... Estelle... "My father was in his study, and Axel and Jacob rushed over upon hearing Sean shouting. Seeing Sean's distraught and frightened appearance, they simultaneously felt a foreboding sense of unease."What's wron

Cynthia sneaked near the storage room, seemingly holding something in her hand. She fiddled with it at the door for a while and then ran off.Not long after, thick smoke and flames emerged from the storage room door!The truth was revealed! The arsonist was none other than Cynthia herself! She did this to create chaos at the birthday party and then blamed it on me, who was locked up! She never expected the fire to get out of control, let alone that she herself would be affected.When the surveillance video was placed in front of my father and brothers, the study fell eerily silent.Then, my father slammed his fist onto the expensive redwood desk with a thud. The back of his hand quickly reddened and swelled. "Impressive! Cynthia truly is impressive! A 'pitiful' child left by her mother on her deathbed!"My father's voice trembled with extreme anger, his eyes bloodshot.The truth about Cynthia's arson was like the final straw that crushed the last shred of compassion and guilt tha

They spent the rest of their lives confined in the magnificent cage forged with remorse. Every morning when they woke up, what greeted them was not hope but another silent judgment of their past sins. The path to redemption seemed to have been completely broken when they turned their backs.In another world, sunlight streamed through the clean glass windows and fell on the wooden floor. There was a faint fragrance of laundry detergent in the air. This was an ordinary yet warm apartment."Estelle, eat slowly, be careful of the heat," my mother said, wearing an apron, placing a steaming plate of pasta in front of me. Her eyes were filled with tenderness and the preciousness of regaining what was lost."Yeah! Your pasta is the best!" I nodded vigorously, picked up the cutlery, blew on them, and ate contentedly.This was the taste of my mother's food, something I had missed for far too long.We lived in a modest but cheerful house. Beyond the window were ordinary streets and lush gree