My Sister's Deadly Scam - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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If he wanted me arrested, why didn't his guards take me earlier?
The question burned in my mind. Was this some kind of test? Did Albert leave me behind to see if Julia and I were working together?
A whirlwind of doubts churned in my gut, leaving me restless the entire car ride.
We didn't go to the construction site like I'd expected. Instead, the car pulled up to a hospital. Albert's assistant led me to a recovery ward, then bowed deeply.
"Mr. Kramer asked me to thank you for saving his son's life," he said. "He requests you wait here. He'll arrive shortly."
Confusion swirled through me. I gave a hesitant nod and reached for the door handle.
Just as my fingers touched the knob, the assistant added quietly, "Ms. Alice... maintaining your principles in a family like yours must be exhausting." His voice carried genuine respect. "If you ever need assistance, don't hesitate to ask. The Kramers will support you."
The irony tasted bitter on my tongue.
In my past life, I'd died with my eyes wide open—full of regrets. He wasn't wrong. It had cost me everything. A humorless laugh escaped me. That Albert had uncovered the truth was shocking enough, but now even his assistant spoke to me with admiration?
I wanted to demand answers—what was Albert really planning?—but the assistant's guarded expression told me I'd get nothing more.
Inside the ward, I found Albert's son recovering well. Three days out of danger, he could already speak again. His face lit up when he saw me.
"Sister! You came!"
I sat beside his bed, forcing a smile. Then he surprised me, leaning close to whisper:
"I kept our promise! I didn't tell anyone what happened!"
My throat tightened. I ruffled his hair gently, asking about his injuries. Kids don't lie—but when he claimed "It doesn't hurt," the sweat beading on his forehead told the real story. I stopped him from moving, tucking the blankets around his small frame before telling him a story. Within minutes, exhaustion won out, and he drifted to sleep.
Five years old. He shouldn't have to carry the weight of adult vendettas.
Regret twisted in my chest. I should've stopped Julia completely this time. If she came after me, I could run—but a child?
The door opened. Albert entered with that infuriating calm smile of his and tossed a file on the table between us.
"Julia confessed everything," he said smoothly. "Want to hear her version?"
I shook my head. What else would it be but lies and blame-shifting?
"Whatever she said doesn't matter," I replied flatly. "I'll face whatever consequences she tries to bring. Just don't associate me with her—that's disgusting."
Instead of anger, Albert's smile deepened, like I'd given the exact response he wanted. He leaned back, studying me.
"You saved my son last time. Name your reward. I always repay debts—both favors and grievances."
I stared, disbelieving. "You're... not blaming me?"
His eyebrow arched. "Were you the one who planted the steel bars?"
"Of course not."
"Then we're done here," he said, his gaze never wavering.
The question burned in my mind. Was this some kind of test? Did Albert leave me behind to see if Julia and I were working together?
A whirlwind of doubts churned in my gut, leaving me restless the entire car ride.
We didn't go to the construction site like I'd expected. Instead, the car pulled up to a hospital. Albert's assistant led me to a recovery ward, then bowed deeply.
"Mr. Kramer asked me to thank you for saving his son's life," he said. "He requests you wait here. He'll arrive shortly."
Confusion swirled through me. I gave a hesitant nod and reached for the door handle.
Just as my fingers touched the knob, the assistant added quietly, "Ms. Alice... maintaining your principles in a family like yours must be exhausting." His voice carried genuine respect. "If you ever need assistance, don't hesitate to ask. The Kramers will support you."
The irony tasted bitter on my tongue.
In my past life, I'd died with my eyes wide open—full of regrets. He wasn't wrong. It had cost me everything. A humorless laugh escaped me. That Albert had uncovered the truth was shocking enough, but now even his assistant spoke to me with admiration?
I wanted to demand answers—what was Albert really planning?—but the assistant's guarded expression told me I'd get nothing more.
Inside the ward, I found Albert's son recovering well. Three days out of danger, he could already speak again. His face lit up when he saw me.
"Sister! You came!"
I sat beside his bed, forcing a smile. Then he surprised me, leaning close to whisper:
"I kept our promise! I didn't tell anyone what happened!"
My throat tightened. I ruffled his hair gently, asking about his injuries. Kids don't lie—but when he claimed "It doesn't hurt," the sweat beading on his forehead told the real story. I stopped him from moving, tucking the blankets around his small frame before telling him a story. Within minutes, exhaustion won out, and he drifted to sleep.
Five years old. He shouldn't have to carry the weight of adult vendettas.
Regret twisted in my chest. I should've stopped Julia completely this time. If she came after me, I could run—but a child?
The door opened. Albert entered with that infuriating calm smile of his and tossed a file on the table between us.
"Julia confessed everything," he said smoothly. "Want to hear her version?"
I shook my head. What else would it be but lies and blame-shifting?
"Whatever she said doesn't matter," I replied flatly. "I'll face whatever consequences she tries to bring. Just don't associate me with her—that's disgusting."
Instead of anger, Albert's smile deepened, like I'd given the exact response he wanted. He leaned back, studying me.
"You saved my son last time. Name your reward. I always repay debts—both favors and grievances."
I stared, disbelieving. "You're... not blaming me?"
His eyebrow arched. "Were you the one who planted the steel bars?"
"Of course not."
"Then we're done here," he said, his gaze never wavering.
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