My Mother Killed Me For Her Stepdaughter novel Chapter 70

The delivery arrived quickly, but his taste had been spoiled by my cooking, and he couldn't stomach the restaurant food anymore.

He only took one spoonful of the creamy soup before tossing it in the trash. I heard him mutter to himself, "Why doesn't it taste the same? It's still just cream soup..."

Of course, it wasn't the same.

I used to make his cream soup with special ingredients that were good for his stomach.

To mask the medicinal scent, I carefully adjusted the recipe many times until it was both nourishing and delicious.

That bowl of seemingly simple cream soup—now that I was gone, he'd never taste anything like it again.

Frustrated and picky, he threw the food away and began rummaging through drawers, searching for his stomach medicine.

But he couldn't find it. So, he called the housekeeper.

The housekeeper was surprised, "The usual medicines are always in the living room cabinet. As for your stomach medicine, sir, it's always been handled by Miss Sophia."

"Maybe you should call her and ask?"

His stomach medicine was always within reach—whether in his bedroom, his office, or the living room.

I never wanted him to suffer, so I pre-packaged all his doses in a small white bottle, neatly arranged so he wouldn't have to fumble through multiple boxes when the pain hit.

He slammed the phone down, clutching his stomach as he sat back down on the couch. His eyes drifted repeatedly over the small white bottle, not realizing that it was his medicine.

Out of habit, I instinctively wanted to help him grab it. My hand passed right through the bottle, and I suddenly remembered—I was dead.

No more cream soup to soothe his stomach, no more medicine. The once-confident young CEO now sat slumped on the couch, staring at the family portrait on the cabinet.

I had no idea what he was thinking at that moment.

Most likely, he was cursing me, blaming me for staying out so late.

The Stellar family had strict rules—everyone had to be home by 7 PM. But of course, this rule only applied to me.

Emily could stay out as late as she wanted with her friends, and my brother would even drive out to pick her up.

But for me, things were different.

I'll never forget the day I started college. It was freshman orientation, and the event was loud and chaotic.

I didn't hear my brother's call.

When the event was over, I saw that it had started pouring rain, and I noticed the missed calls from my brother. It warmed my heart a little—he was worried about me. So I immediately called him back.

But the calls kept getting declined.

When I finally made it home, drenched from the rain, my brother tore into me, accusing me of being reckless.

"Already acting wild just after starting college? Are you planning on getting pregnant before graduation?"

I knew I was in the wrong, so all I could do was apologize over and over again.

She was incompetent. Even though our father had hired the best tutors from around the world, her grades were still abysmal.

And yet, she had the nerve to dream of taking over Stellar Corp?

I was the only one who could see how absurd that was.

Emily barely scraped through a third-rate college, and even then, she barely managed to graduate. Without the backing of the Stellar family, someone like her would never land the kind of job she wanted.

But Ryan, feeling sorry for her, brought her into Stellar Corp and even made her head of the sales department.

That was the beginning of the company's downfall. The department she took over had been performing well before her arrival, but under her leadership, it quickly spiraled to the bottom.

Emily, of course, blamed her subordinates for being incompetent, saying they were the reason she couldn't perform.

She was transferred to several other departments, but no matter where she went, she became known as a jinx, someone everyone wanted to avoid.

It was the first time my brother realized Emily might not be as capable as he'd always imagined.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you. There's no way I'd let my precious sister struggle."

Emily was asked to step down by my brother for the first time.

Of course, to "compensate" her for all the "hard work" she had done for Stellar Corp, my brother dipped into his own funds and gave her an extra 5% of the company's shares.

Only then did Emily, fully satisfied, return to her life as a pampered socialite.