My Seventh Suicide Triggers a System
When the real son, Henry Sylvester, is finally brought back to the family, I, the non-biological child who's taken his place, am already prepared to pack my bags and leave.
Instead of letting me go, Henry calls me up to the sixth-floor terrace of the villa and pushes me over the edge. "You've stolen my life for 18 years, Marcel. You should be grateful."
I don't struggle. In fact, I deliberately fall headfirst. At that moment, I believe I'm destined to die, but I end up surviving. The doctors even call it a miracle.
A fall from the sixth floor should've been fatal, yet I only suffered minor bone dislocations and no other serious injuries.
When the Sylvester family asks why I jumped, I tel