After Rebirth The Scums All Cry For Forgiveness

In the scorching summer, in H City, the Newton family.

At that moment, outside a small room in the corner of the backyard, two servants sat by the door, idly avoiding work.

"It smells so bad. Has she rotted inside? If maggots start growing in this heat, and we have to clean up after her, wouldn't it be better if she just died already?"

"She just couldn't bear to die after finally becoming a young lady."

"True. She follows around the six young masters and the master and mistress like a loyal lapdog every day. No matter how much they scold or ignore her, she still sticks around. Isn't it all for the money of the Newton family?"

On the wooden bed, just a wall away, Hope curled her cracked lips into a bitter, self-mocking smile. For money?

With her abilities, how much could she not earn?

She was just foolish, giving up everything in pursuit of so-called family affection, only to end up with broken legs, imprisonment, mutilated hands, and a "donated" right kidney!

With a creak, the door swung open.

Louis entered and immediately met Hope's hate-filled gaze.

He wrinkled his brow in disgust. How could he have such a revolting sister?

"Sylvia, you should go back. This room is filthy."

"Big Brother~" Sylvia clung to Louis's arm coquettishly. "Since Sister Hope donated a kidney to save Fifth Brother yesterday, I wanted to thank her on his behalf. Please, let me go in."

"Hmph, thank her for what? If she hadn't tampered with Fifth Brother's medication, his condition wouldn't have worsened suddenly. All she did was donate a kidney. Not sending her to prison is already a great favor from the Newton family!"

"Heh." Hope couldn't help but laugh bitterly. "Not sending me to prison, because I still have some use left, right?"

"Spit it out. Are you here to take my corneas or my heart?"

If there were no benefit to be gained, Hope knew Louis and Sylvia would never bother to visit her. Yesterday, when the family came to see her, they took one of her kidneys under the guise of "donation"!

"Who wants your corneas and heart? How disgusting!"

Louis was beyond repulsed. He slammed a bowl of ginseng soup onto the bedside table. "Mom and Dad found you a suitor. The groom will be here soon to pick you up. Drink this soup. Don't embarrass the Newton family by looking like a ghost when he arrives."

"Marry? Who would want my broken body?"

Hope laughed self-deprecatingly. Even she herself hated this broken body; who would marry her?

Perhaps they would sell her off!

Sylvia's face suddenly darkened, her jealousy flaring as she remembered the man who had come to ask for her hand. Why should someone as worthless as Hope be chosen by such a wonderful man?

She couldn't let that man marry Hope! He was supposed to be hers!

There was no time left! Hope must die!

"Alright, Big Brother. The ginseng soup is cooling down. Let's have Sister drink it. I'll feed her."

Sylvia sat by the bed, shoving the soup spoon toward Hope's mouth. Disgusted, Hope spat it all over her face.

"Ah…"

Sylvia screamed, jumping back as though burned by the soup.

Seeing his precious sister being mistreated, Louis couldn't stand it.

"Bitch! Sylvia was kind enough to feed you, and you bully her?"

"Brother, don't be angry. It's my fault. Sister just doesn't like me feeding her. Why don't you feed her instead?"

Louis didn't want to feed Hope, but he couldn't bear to see his sister upset. Besides, the man would be here soon, and they couldn't let him see Hope in such a miserable state.

He took the ginseng soup, gripped Hope's jaw with one hand, and forced the soup down her throat.

"Ugh…" Hope tried to resist, but her entire body was injured and weak, unable to muster any strength.

The soup was sweet, but her throat and stomach burned as though filled with acid, suddenly spasming with sharp pain.

It was poisoned…

Her gaze, filled with hate, locked onto Louis. Of course, of course!

How could the Newton family let her off so easily?

Crimson blood poured from her mouth; her eyes widened in shock. Within seconds, she breathed her last.

Louis froze, stunned by her sudden death. He didn't even notice Sylvia's smug smile behind him.

"Brother, what happened to her?"

Sylvia pretended to be innocent, trembling as she clung to Louis's arm.

Louis snapped back to reality, his gaze falling on Hope's lifeless body, then shifting to the bowl of soup in his hand.

Someone poisoned it—who?

The soup had been prepared by Sylvia herself and brought over by her.

He scrutinized his trembling little sister, his eyes clouded with complexity. "Hope is dead."

Sylvia's face was filled with shock. "What? How could this happen?"

"Who else touched this soup besides you?"

"Brother, are you suspecting me?"

Sylvia tilted her pale face upward, tears falling like pearls. Her expression was the epitome of innocence and grievance.

"Could it be that Sister didn't want to marry? So, she poisoned herself to death? After all, she knows medicine and is familiar with various herbs."

Louis didn't believe it. Hope had been imprisoned at home for over a year. To prevent her from committing suicide, he had ordered the servants to search her thoroughly, making sure she didn't have any poison.

The killer was clearly Sylvia.

But, to hand Sylvia over for Hope, he couldn't do it.

He gently wiped away his sister's tears. "Don't worry, Brother believes you."

"It's our fault we didn't stop Sister. She must have committed suicide. If Mom and Dad ask…"

"Hmph, Hope was evil and deserved to die long ago. She's dead now, and it's better this way. At least we don't have to worry about her ruining the Newton family's reputation."

Louis had already made up his mind.

"Sylvia, change some clean clothes and take a bath. Don't leave any traces on you."

He emphasized the words "traces" hoping his sister would understand and not leave behind any evidence.

Sylvia hurried out, and Louis carefully wiped the fingerprints off the soup bowl with a handkerchief, then meticulously checked the surroundings, afraid any evidence would point back to Sylvia.

"Hope, don't blame me. Sylvia is my sister。 I must protect her."

"But you've forgotten, I'm your real sister."

Hope's spirit hovered in the air, mocking him. The fake sister killed the real one, and the real brother helped cover up the truth and erase the evidence.

What a good brother!

How could she have been so blind back then, giving up everything to please the pack of wolves that was the Newton family?

Unwillingness, regret, hatred…

All these emotions peaked. Hope spread her arms and lunged at Louis, wanting to strangle him and take her revenge.

But her hands passed through Louis's neck.

She couldn't touch him!

She couldn't take her revenge, and why did she become a ghost? It would be better to just disappear entirely!

At that moment, hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. Someone was coming.

Hope turned toward the door. A man in a groom's suit burst in, his handsome face full of panic.

It was him—the disabled man who lived in the villa across the street.

Hadn't he disappeared a year ago?

Hope couldn't help but float toward him. The man passed right through her, stumbling toward her lifeless body in a daze.

"Hope?"

He gently cradled Hope's body in his arms, his trembling hands wiping away the blood trickling from her lips, as though he could revive her this way.

"Hope is dead. Your wedding is canceled," Louis said coldly, though his tone was clearly negotiating.

The man raised his head, his deep, phoenix eyes surging with endless emotion. "How did she die?"

Louis felt guilty under his gaze. "Hope was crazy. Isn't it normal for her to commit suicide?"

"Brother Farrell, Hope didn't like you. When she heard that she was going to marry you, she killed herself."

Sylvia entered, now dressed in fresh clothes, her face expertly made up.