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I looked at them coldly and silently walked to the hallway, pulling out my phone. The private detective had sent me many records of my brother's online loans. My brother's phone was ringing non-stop, but he just hung up, looking very anxious. I smiled lightly, found a contact in the address book, and called.
"Don't take action; he'll end up destroying himself."
"I'll make sure the money is provided."
The next day, Dad woke up and insisted on going home. After everything that happened, he began to doubt whether my brother's Tsinghua Admission Notice was real or not. As soon as we got home, Dad pulled my brother into the room.
"Son, tell me the truth: did you really get into Tsinghua?"
My brother's eyes darted around: "I..."
Dad took out his phone and opened a screenshot of my brother's college entrance exam results.
"Your mother and I have already seen it; your scores are nowhere near Tsinghua."
"What is going on? Tell me the truth!"
Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, my brother simply gave up: "Yes! I lied to you! I didn't get into Tsinghua at all!"
Mom gasped, "Then where did the Admission Notice you showed us come from?"
My brother gritted his teeth and said, "It's fake! I had someone forge it!"
Mom collapsed onto the sofa: "How could you do this to us?"
My brother shouted, "Do you know? All my life, I've been seeking your approval through your gazes, but no matter how hard I try, I can't earn your recognition."
"I study hard and come first in class, and you say, 'If only you could get into Tsinghua.'"
"I get into a key high school, and you say, 'If only you could get into Tsinghua.'"
"I live under your pressure every day; I'm going crazy!"
"Since no matter how hard I try, I can't earn your approval, I might as well give up and indulge myself completely. At least then I can feel at ease."
Mom cried out, "Son, it's your dad and me who have let you down, but you can't do this!"
Brother shouted angrily, "If I don't do this, how can I get back at you?"
"Aren't you the ones who wanted a son who could get into Tsinghua? I'm fulfilling your wish, so you should be happy!"
Dad trembled with rage, "You ungrateful child!"
Brother let out a bitter laugh and suddenly opened the balcony window, preparing to jump.
We were on the twelfth floor, and below was the hard concrete ground.
Fortunately, our parents managed to grab him in time.
The family sat on the floor, holding their heads and crying.
Brother sobbed, "Mom and Dad, I know I was wrong. Can you forgive me?"
Mom gently touched Brother's head, "Silly child, how could we blame you?"
"You will always be our most beloved son. As long as you're willing to change, it's never too late."
Dad tightly embraced Brother: "Son, let's live well together as a family from now on."
I stood outside the door, watching this scene with tears welling up in my eyes.
Dad had also been reborn; he realized his mistakes and began to work hard to correct them.
But what does all of this have to do with me?
In my past life, I was stabbed by Brother and struggled for survival at the banquet.
In this life, I watched Brother jump off the building and still chose not to save him.
My heart had long since died.
At that moment, my phone rang; it was Dad calling.
I answered the call, and Dad's hoarse voice came through the line.
"Daughter, I'm sorry."
"In the last life, after you died, your mother went mad, and I fell seriously ill and passed away shortly after."
"At that time, I finally understood that having the family together is the greatest happiness."
"Now oh my god has given us a chance to start over. Let's live well as a family of three, okay?"
I coldly replied, "Why did you only regret after I died?"
"Why can't I be your daughter? Why did you help my brother after he committed murder?"
"Why do I have to pay with my life when I clearly did nothing wrong?"
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"
I repeated it over and over again, tears streaming down my face.
My father cried too: "Daughter, it's my fault; I'm the one who was foolish!"
I shouted, "It's too late! It's too late!"
With that, I hung up the phone.
A few days later, red paint was splashed on our front door.
"Debts must be repaid; it's only right."
It seemed that my brother's forged credentials and enormous debts had been exposed by his creditors.
All our relatives, friends, and classmates' inboxes were flooded with an anonymous email.
The email detailed how my brother forged documents, gambled, and took out online loans.
In no time, my brother became a pariah, everyone wanted to condemn him.
At home, through the living room surveillance camera, I watched as my father fiercely whipped my brother with a feather duster.
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