After I Died in A Shipping Container
Trapped in a sweltering 40-degree sauna room, I overheard my older brothers talking outside.
My second-oldest brother, Sean Lambert, remarked, "This kid is too stubborn. We need to teach her a lesson."
My third-oldest brother, Jacob Lambert, replied, "The temperature has been adjusted. She won't die."
I was locked up alone for 72 hours. It was their way of punishing me because of my stepsister. Yet, they were the ones who used to love me the most.
My father was a business tycoon, my eldest brother, Axel Lambert, was skilled in finance, Sean was a legal expert, and Jacob was a medical prodigy. My mother passed away after fulfilling her mission, leaving these four men to look after me.
They once showered me with love like I was their precious gem, until I turned five. That's when my stepmother and her daughter came into the picture, and I was banished to the housekeeper's room. Their attention shifted entirely to my stepsister. Whenever she cried, my father would bring out the punishment box for me to draw lots.
72 hours passed, but no one came to open the door.
Before I blacked out, a few lines of small text popped up before my eyes: [The minor character is about to die. Once she dies, she can be reunited with her mother.]