The White Moonlight Chapter 3

They continued living together in the house for more than a month, until Rebecca's birthday, when she suddenly remembered me.

She sent me a message, telling me to come home. She wanted to eat the longevity noodles I made.

When I didn't reply for a long time, she finally pulled out her phone to call me.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off."

The mechanical voice from the receiver made Rebecca somewhat irritated. She then frowned and dialed another number: "Hello."

The familiar voice made my heart tremble. It was my sister.

I was an orphan. From the time I could remember, I had grown up eating meals from a hundred families, until later when I met my adoptive parents and finally had a place to call home.

But the good times didn't last. My adoptive parents died in a car accident, leaving only my sister, who lost both her legs in that accident.

For decades, we two siblings had depended on each other, and now she would have to endure losing a loved one once again.

Rebecca had never liked my sister. In three years of marriage, they had exchanged fewer than ten sentences.

Initially, the family housing assigned by my unit was big enough for the three of us to live together, but Rebecca insisted on moving out. She said: "Hmph, you two aren't even real siblings—living together is probably just convenient for having an affair."

Rebecca didn't love me and always assumed the worst about me. This time, her tone was still as cold as ice: "Is Daniel with you?"

What answered her was my sister's long silence.

After waiting a moment, Rebecca immediately grew impatient: "Did losing your legs make your mouth stop working too? Can't you answer?"

My brow furrowed sharply. Losing both legs had always been an unhealed wound for my sister. Rebecca was actually poking at her pain like this.

The blood in my entire body boiled in that moment. I trembled with rage and rushed forward, wanting to knock the phone from her hand!

It wasn't until my hand passed right through that I realized... I was already dead.

Rebecca continued her verbal assault. After a long time, my sister finally spoke: "Rebecca Meyer, is this how you've always talked to my brother?"

Rebecca's temper had always been explosive. She couldn't stand my sister's tone and immediately flew into a rage: "What's wrong with how I talk? Let me tell you, Sarah, it's always been your brother coaxing me, begging me. Tell him to get his ass back here right now, or I want a divorce!"

Rebecca was always like this—taking everything for granted, assuming that as long as I heard it, I would come running back to be her servant.

But she didn't know I was already dead. No one could be at her beck and call anymore.

"Who are you threatening? Let me tell you, without my brother, you're nothing!" After saying this, my sister decisively hung up the phone.

Rebecca stared at the disconnected call in disbelief, angrily throwing her phone aside.

Through gritted teeth, she said: "Daniel Brooks! I really gave you too much face. Now even that crippled bitch dares talk to me like this. This marriage is definitely over!"

I floated quietly in mid-air, listening to Rebecca's harsh words, feeling strangely calm inside.