On the day I was sentenced to death, my parents were busy organizing a press conference to announce their adopted son, Liam, as the new heir to the company. My sister, Emily, was engaged to Liam. They had truly become a family. And I, who exposed Liam's wolfish ambition, was the ungrateful wretch they had disowned and righteously destroyed. Reborn after death. I no longer hope for their love. I live only for myself. 1 I was reborn. Reborn to the day Liam was just adopted into my family. Unexpectedly, fate was willing to give me a second chance. Liam was the son of my father's childhood friend, and also a well-known child prodigy in our city. Unfortunately, his parents died in a car accident, and when they were found, Liam had already been abducted from the car. My father spent a lot of manpower and resources to track down Liam. Heartbroken by his tragic experience at such a young age, he decided to bring him back and treat him like his own son. My mother burst into tears as soon as she saw Liam, hugging him and crying, "Poor child, you've suffered so much." My sister was also wiping away tears nearby. I was the only one looking at Liam coldly, because I knew the inhuman malice hidden under his obedient appearance. My mother asked Liam to sit down quickly, but he blushed and whispered, "I'm dirty, I'm afraid of dirtying Uncle and Auntie's sofa." This heartbreakingly sensible appearance once again melted the hearts of my overly compassionate family. Even my father, who usually claimed men don't cry easily, had tears in his eyes. He patted Liam's head and said, "Silly child, this is your home from now on. You should call us Mom and Dad..." Liam nodded shyly. Suddenly seeing my sister's unfinished homework spread on the table, he glanced at it and solved the difficult Math Olympiad problem my sister had been stuck on all night. My sister, Emily, instantly became Liam's fan, praising him endlessly as a true genius. My parents also exchanged smiles, feeling that Liam's addition would definitely make our family better. Throughout the process, no one asked for my opinion. It seemed that with the arrival of this adopted son, I, the biological son, was no longer of any concern. 2 I just waited quietly, knowing exactly what kind of person Liam was. Sure enough, just like in my previous life, Liam immediately tried to put me in my place. He suddenly looked at me with teary eyes and asked, "Brother Dylan, why are you glaring at me like that?" He lowered his head, acting very disappointed: "I'm sorry, I never thought of stealing someone else's parents. If you don't like me, I'd better leave." Although he said this, he didn't move an inch from the sofa. My father looked at me sternly: "Dylan, you'll be Liam's brother from now on. Get along well with him, understand?" Emily curled her lips disdainfully: "Dylan must be jealous that Liam is smarter than him and feels unconvinced. Liam is different from his petty cleverness; he's a famous prodigy." Liam's face instantly turned pale, hiding behind my mother and shivering: "I never thought of stealing Brother's thunder, it's all my fault." My mother hurriedly hugged Liam to comfort him, looking at me with dissatisfaction: "Dylan, Mom has always taught you to be humble. How can you be so jealous?" My father also shouted impatiently: "Apologize to Liam quickly!" Liam lifted his head from my mother's arms, deliberately revealing a provocative expression only I could see. I bit my lower lip tight, images from my past life flashing through my mind. My parents and sister were just as aggressive back then, clamoring that Liam was their real family, ruthlessly cutting ties with me. They even fueled the fire when Liam framed me and sent me to prison, watching helplessly as I was sent to the execution ground. I should have understood long ago that from the moment Liam stepped into my house, my family was no longer my family. They were like bewitched by Liam, always standing unconditionally on his side, unmoved even as the family assets were embezzled by him. I genuinely wanted to wake them up, but was labeled as jealous, incompetent, and petty, becoming the most ridiculed existence in the family. The family was willing to walk into the hell paved by Liam, but I was different. In this life, I want to live for myself. 3 Liam's room wasn't ready yet, so my parents asked him to share a room with me first. The thought of breathing the same air as this person made me sick to my stomach. I turned to pack my things, planning to make do in the living room for the night. Liam followed me in, sweeping all my textbooks and stationery that were neatly stacked on the desk onto the floor, occupying my desk with his own schoolbag. Unlike my previous life, my indifference made Liam tear off his mask directly: "Why should a mortal like you have such a warm family, while a genius like me has to suffer so much misfortune! Just wait, this home will belong to me in the future!" I packed my things without even looking at Liam: "I don't care much about this family. If you want it, I'll give it to you. You only deserve to pick up what I've discarded." Liam's chest heaved with anger at my words, but he quickly calmed down, a trace of gloom flashing across his face: "You can only be smug for now." As soon as he finished speaking, Liam tore a stack of certificates he brought with him into pieces, then ran out of the room crying with the fragments: "Boohoo, Brother Dylan, don't tear my certificates! This is my last memory from my old school! I'm sorry, someone like me doesn't deserve to share a room with you..." My parents and sister heard the noise and ran over, seeing Liam sitting in a pile of certificate fragments, crying snot and tears, his small body curled up in a ball, looking so pitiful. Emily picked up a fragment casually and shouted in surprise: "First Prize in the National Primary School Math Olympiad! With this award, getting into a key middle school is a breeze, yet Dylan tore it up!" Liam wiped his tears aggrievedly, still pretending to be generous: "It must be that I offended Brother somewhere, making him unhappy. It's all my fault." My mother hurriedly wiped his face clean with wet wipes, her eyes overflowing with heartache: "How could it be your fault? We spoiled Dylan too much." My father was already red in the face with anger. He didn't understand why other people's sons were so sensible, while his own son wouldn't even accept a brother and bullied him everywhere. 4 I walked out of the room, my eyes firm as I said word by word: "Liam tore the certificates himself. It has nothing to do with me." My sister, Emily, immediately screamed, protecting Liam and pointing at me with fiery eyes, cursing: "Who tears their own certificates for no reason! Dylan, you don't even draft your lies now. Why didn't we realize you were this kind of person before?!" My father shouted angrily at me: "Dylan! You've disappointed Dad too much. How could I raise a son like you! Can't you learn from Liam, be sensible, and give your family some peace of mind?" I looked back at the family coldly. Liam was truly capable. He bewitched everyone in just one night. He shed a few tears, and my parents acted like the sky was falling. But what about me? Who noticed my heart bleeding? In my past life, I was indeed a bit jealous of Liam because he excelled far beyond me academically. We had some friction at first, but I soon accepted this brother. But Liam exploited my trust, smearing and slandering me in front of my parents. By the time I realized it, the rift between me and my parents was irreversible. But in this life, I have memories of my past life and the thinking ability of an adult. How could Liam, just a primary school student, be my opponent? To prevent Liam from being "bullied" by me again, my parents decided to sleep with him that night. They coaxed Liam away, no one looking back at me, as if I were a sinner destroying the warm family atmosphere. I silently closed the door, shutting out their harmonious scene. I had long vowed not to be sad over this family's boundless bias anymore.
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