The entire family helped my sister cover up the evidence of crime

Hannah Edwards ran me down with her car and killed me, Harley Edwards, and my entire family is actually helping her cover up the crime.
My mother Bella Edwards, a forensic pathologist who despises evil, washed away my fingerprints with strong acid.
My father Cooper Edwards, an upright police officer, destroyed all the related evidence.
Even my brother Leon Edwards, a lawyer who lives by the principles of fairness and justice, hugged Hannah tenderly and promised to protect her safety.
But they don't know that the innocent victim who died so tragically was me.
The day the truth came to light, the whole family went insane.
*****
I'm dead.
On a silent, deserted mountain road, I was killed by a sports car that appeared out of nowhere.
The agony of having every bone in my body crushed was unforgettable, though thankfully my consciousness faded quickly, and the pain lasted only moments.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself floating in mid-air as a spirit.
The sky was growing dark. I watched as the girl in the sports car ran out in panic, trembling as she reached out to check my breathing, then collapsed to the ground in terror.
She frantically pulled out her phone to make a call, crying as she said she had killed someone.
The moment she spoke, I immediately recognized her face.
It was my sister Hannah Edwards, though she wasn't my biological sister.
Less than half an hour later, Bella, who should have been on duty at the hospital, rushed to the scene.
She jogged over to Hannah's side, frowning as she looked at the pool of blood on the ground. "Didn't you tell me you were going out with coworkers? How did you end up racing cars in the mountains?"
Hannah sobbed as she threw herself into Bella's arms, her voice choked with tears. "I'm sorry, Mom. I just wanted to try out the new sports car. I never thought I'd kill someone. I don't want to go to prison!"
She cried while watching Bella's expression carefully.
Seeing her face soften, Hannah continued, "The general manager election is just a month away. If this gets out, my life will be completely ruined."
Upon hearing this, Bella's originally stern expression became gentler. She beckoned to Hannah, then playfully tugged at her ear.
She said, "You've never given me a moment's peace since you were little. You're in your twenties now—how can you still be so reckless?"
Though her words were scolding, there wasn't a trace of real reproach in her tone. Even I could hear the indulgence in her voice, let alone Hannah, who had always been good at reading people's moods.
She cried even harder, even saying through her tears that she would turn herself in and spend the rest of her life in prison.
She said this, but kept stealing glances at Bella's face the whole time.
Surely Bella wouldn't indulge Hannah this time, right?
After all, this was a human life.
But I was wrong.
Bella put on gloves and efficiently collected the items the corpse was carrying.
Phone, wallet, keys...
If she had just opened the wallet and looked, she would have discovered it was me.
But she didn't.
She coldly finished processing the scene and began using concentrated sulfuric acid to corrode my fingerprints.
Even in my spirit form, I felt a sharp pain in my fingertips.
My once-soft fingertips slowly revealed bloody bone under Bella's ministrations.
Yet her expression remained unchanged as she frowned at Hannah, who stood there in a daze.
She said, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and call your father to come help!"
Would Cooper really help a murderer?
I was stunned. Cooper, who had always been upright and moral, surely wouldn't condone his daughter fleeing from justice, would he?
But once again, I was wrong.
At first, Cooper reacted just like Bella, angrily scolding Hannah for being reckless.
But when Hannah broke down crying, saying she should go to prison, his usually stern expression softened.
He sighed while helping Bella dispose of the evidence.
When Hannah backed up the sports car, my body was fully exposed before them.
It was a horrific sight.
My once delicate face had been crushed beyond recognition by the wheels, completely disfigured.
My exposed fingers had been corroded by the sulfuric acid into something grotesque.
Mud mixed with blood covered my mangled flesh, making it nauseating to look at.
Seeing this scene, Hannah immediately ran to a nearby grove and started vomiting.
Cooper and Bella exchanged glances and, with practiced coordination, picked up the tools they had prepared and began dismembering the body.
Even though I was just a soul and could no longer feel physical pain, why did my heart still ache so much that I wanted to cry?
It gradually started to rain, getting heavier and heavier.
The large raindrops hit their faces with audible splashes.
Rain was the perfect tool for washing away bloodstains and covering up evidence, but it also seriously slowed down Cooper and Bella's progress.
Moreover, the longer they stayed here, the greater their chance of being discovered.
So they picked up the pace, hacking at my leg bones without flinching. If one strike didn't work, they'd use two.
But when Bella touched my right leg, she suddenly froze.
Following her gaze, I saw what she was holding in her palm - a crooked, jagged scar.
It was from when I had first been brought back to Edwards Villa, when Hannah pushed me down the stairs and I got cut.
I remembered how my blood had stained the white carpet red.
But Cooper and Bella had only cared about checking Hannah's hands for bloodstains, anxiously wanting to take her to the hospital.
Hannah had refused, saying tearfully that she shouldn't have been roughhousing with me, causing me to fall down the stairs.
They had only glanced at me coldly and said, "Harley grew up in the mountains - how could she be afraid of a little pain?"
But children who grew up in the mountains still bleed red blood.
When people get hurt, how can they not feel pain?
Bella's hesitation made Cooper, who was busy working, impatient.
He nudged her with his elbow: "What are you spacing out for? If someone comes by later, Hannah's entire life will be ruined!"
"Cooper, I feel like..." Bella's voice was trembling.
He cut her off: "Feel like what? You've been a medical examiner for so many years - are you getting squeamish now?"
He frowned as he stuffed the pieces of flesh into bags: "Stop daydreaming. Time's running out."
Hearing this, Bella, who had been hesitating, also picked up her pace.
But I could clearly see a hint of barely concealed panic in her eyes.
Perhaps she was also worried that her career would end with this dismemberment case.
But in their hearts, Hannah's bright future was more important.
In the end, I watched as my body was divided into dozens of bags, then stuffed into paint buckets.
It turned out that both Cooper and Bella had been prepared to destroy the evidence all along.
But they left in such a hurry that they didn't even notice when my ID card accidentally fell out of one of the bags.
Also overlooked were the mushrooms that had been trampled into mush.

My biological parents perfectly covered up all traces of their crime and brought a shaken Hannah back home.
My soul followed them as they drifted all the way back to the house I hadn't seen in five years.
To be precise, that place was never truly my home.
Cooper and Bella brought me back, but they never treated me as their biological daughter.
My excellent grades couldn't earn their attention.
Whenever Hannah cried and complained, they immediately assumed I was deliberately bullying their most beloved daughter.
Due to three years of school bullying, I had bruises on my face that would never fade.
But in their eyes, this became evidence of my unruly behavior.
Even when Hannah pushed me into the swimming pool right in front of them during dinner, they thought we were just playing around.
Such favoritism had been playing out every single day since the moment I stepped into the Edwards mansion.
I endured it for three years, until I finally exploded when Hannah tried to tear up my college acceptance letter.
What right did she have to so easily destroy my life?
I beat her up thoroughly. Watching her lying on the ground in such a pathetic state, I felt satisfaction for the first time.
But soon, Cooper and Bella came home early and witnessed this scene. Without even asking why Hannah and I had fought, they grabbed a stick as thick as an arm and beat me mercilessly.
My biological parents gave me life but never gave me an ounce of love.
I didn't resist this punishment, but silently drew a clear line between us in my heart.
I no longer wanted parents who didn't love me.
From that day on, I moved out of the Edwards mansion and frantically worked multiple part-time jobs during the brief time I had.
In the scorching summer heat, even air-conditioned rooms felt stuffy, yet I wore suffocating mascot costumes to hand out flyers.
Meanwhile, Hannah used the black card Cooper and Bella gave her to spend lavishly at the mall.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't envious, but I believed my future would be better than hers!
I would bring Grandma Vanessa Edwards, who raised me, to establish roots in the city together.
But plans never keep up with changes.
The children in the mountains sent me letters asking what the outside world was really like.
I suddenly realized that the meaning of my hard work wasn't to escape the mountains.
I gave up a million-dollar annual investment manager position and chose to return to the mountains.
I went into the mountains hoping to help those children come out of the mountains.
But even this small wish of mine was destroyed by Hannah.
Cooper and Bella wore grave expressions, while Hannah looked utterly panicked. Leon, sitting on the sofa, immediately sensed something was wrong.
Leon had gone viral online for his handsome appearance, earning him the title of "Most Handsome Lawyer" from netizens. But what truly made him famous was his professional expertise. Nearly ten years into his legal career, he specialized in advocating for victims and had never lost a single case.
He stood up, frowning as he sniffed near Cooper and Bella, asking in confusion, "Mom, why do you smell so strongly of blood tonight?"
Indeed, Bella was someone with a cleanliness obsession. Every time she returned from the hospital, she carried the scent of disinfectant. Yet tonight, the metallic smell of blood was so heavy it made Leon suspicious.
He then looked at Hannah and said, "And you..."
Before he could finish, he noticed obvious red stains on the hem of her pants. He crouched down and touched the stained area, immediately finding red on his fingertips.
He stood up abruptly, holding his bloodstained fingertips in front of all three of them.
"Don't tell me the whole family went hunting in the suburbs in the middle of the night," he said.
"Leon, don't bring your work methods into family matters," Cooper said, slapping his hand down. "Get some rest early and stop overthinking."
After speaking, he frowned and glanced meaningfully at the dazed Hannah, signaling her not to say anything more.
Cooper and Bella then went upstairs to begin destroying evidence.
Knowing he wouldn't get answers from them, Leon turned his scrutinizing gaze toward Hannah.
"Are you sure you haven't done anything you shouldn't have?" he asked.
Hannah bit her lip, forcing herself not to reveal the truth about killing someone. But under Leon's probing, she finally couldn't hold it together anymore and blurted out, "Leon, I killed someone. I'm going to turn myself in right now."
Leon frowned and said, "Do Mom and Dad know that you..."
He stopped mid-sentence. There seemed to be a strange smell in the air, and he immediately covered his nose and mouth.
His heart tightened, and he rushed upstairs, pushing open Cooper and Bella's bedroom door without knocking.
The room was filled with smoke—all my documents had been burned.
Leon quickly grabbed a wet towel to extinguish the flames, but everything inside had been almost completely burned, except for one photo that had been in a wallet. A photo that was nearly half-burned.
Cooper and Bella stood frozen, clearly not expecting him to arrive so quickly.
At that moment, Hannah had followed him upstairs, her eyes full of pleading. "Leon, you don't want to see me ruined, do you? I'm your most beloved little sister."
Hearing her say this, I didn't even need to guess—I knew Leon would compromise just like Cooper and Bella had.
But there was still a voice in my heart saying, "What if? What if Leon chooses to stand with the victim?"
Just like how he fought for the underdog in court, securing justice and compensation for plaintiffs.
But Leon, usually so eloquent and persuasive, let out a deep sigh amid Hannah's repeated pleas.
He chose silence, crumpling the photo tightly in his hand before stuffing it into his pocket.
Then he crouched down, pulling the trembling Hannah into a tight embrace, softly comforting her. "I'm your brother first, and a lawyer second. I'll protect you, even if it costs me everything."
Cooper and Bella were moved by this display of sibling affection, quickly urging them both to stand up while constantly murmuring about how this was what a real family looked like.
Watching this heartwarming yet absurd scene, I felt nothing but bone-deep cold.
I used to naively think they simply favored Hannah, but now I could see that this favoritism had long since evolved into boundless indulgence. Even if it meant trampling on the law, they were willing to do it gladly.

The day after my death, the mountain village classroom that should have been filled with the sound of reading was completely silent.
The students sat quietly looking at their books, sometimes propping their little heads up with their hands as they stared blankly at the doorway.
I knew they were waiting for me to come teach.
But my innocent, kindhearted students had no idea that I would never return to teach them again.
Principal Oscar Sanchez was the first to sense something was wrong. He had the students start practicing their handwriting, then stepped out of the classroom and dialed my number.
A long busy tone came from the other end. Oscar couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Harley usually seems pretty reliable. Why hasn't she come to class today?"
Without giving it much thought, assuming I'd simply overslept, he walked all the way to my little house.
It was a small place, but it had been my home since childhood.
I wasn't lucky enough—someone else had stolen away what should have been my wealthy life.
But I was also fortunate to have a grandmother who loved me dearly.
When I was bullied, she would hold me with heartache, trembling as she leaned on her cane, going door to door to seek justice for me.
When those troublemakers' parents scolded me, Vanessa never blamed me. Instead, she would say firmly, "I know my child's character very well!"
But this grandmother who loved me so much, when she learned I wasn't her biological granddaughter, didn't hesitate to let the Edwards family take me away.
She said, "You don't belong here."
But she had no idea that I didn't belong with the Edwards family either.
At first I hated her—hated how decisively she abandoned me.
But when I saw in the big city those landscapes I'd only seen in textbooks, I finally understood why she was so eager for the Edwards family to take me away.
This limping old woman had never left the mountains, but she wanted her granddaughter to get out.
By the time I understood, it was already too late.
The only person in this world who loved me died of a stroke shortly after my high school graduation.
That grandmother who had me constantly on her mind was placed in a tiny box.
I silently endured the Edwards family's indifference and favoritism only so that the grandmother who worried about me could have peace of mind.
I wanted to tell her that I was doing well in the city, that I was doing well at the Edwards Villa.
That way, she could worry less about me and wouldn't have to work herself to death for my tuition.
But she died, and my only tie to this world was gone.
Breaking ties with the Edwards family wasn't as difficult as I'd imagined.
Oscar stood at the door calling my name, but there was never any response.
He stared at the tightly locked door and finally turned around to head back to school.
This time, to save time, he chose the same secluded path I had taken the night before.
Not far from the narrow trail was a racetrack designed specifically for sports cars.
Halfway through his walk, Oscar stopped at the spot where I had died.
A pack of weasels was tearing at the remaining scraps of flesh.
The moment Oscar appeared, they scattered and fled.
Weasels are nocturnal animals, and this unusual behavior made Oscar's heart tighten. He gripped his phone and cautiously approached.
But it was just a pile of mangled flesh.
Wild animals frequently roamed these mountains, so such a sight didn't seem particularly unusual.
As he lifted his foot to leave, he unexpectedly spotted my ID card.
When he picked it up, the mud on it still bore traces of blood.
He chuckled and shook his head, saying, "So even Harley has careless moments—dropping her ID while going into the city."
But as he prepared to slip the ID into his pocket, his expression suddenly changed.
His lips trembling, he muttered to himself, "That can't be possible, right? Harley couldn't be that unlucky, could she?"
Though his words expressed disbelief, his hands were already shaking as he dialed the police.
When the officers arrived, Oscar's forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
The experienced police quickly cordoned off the scene with yellow tape and began their investigation.
They collected blood samples, gathered tissue remnants, and carefully combed through the surrounding area, hoping to find other body parts.
But no matter how thoroughly they searched the entire mountain, they would never find any more clues.
Because Cooper and Bella had already divided my remains into over a dozen sealed bags and thrown them into the river, making them nearly impossible to find.
While the police conducted their investigation, Hannah leveraged her family background to become the company's general manager without any suspense.
When she shared this news with her family, everyone celebrated for her and said they would throw her a party.
The tissue samples couldn't be completely reassembled, and DNA comparison failed due to severely damaged specimens.
When Oscar learned that the victim's identity hadn't been confirmed yet, he actually felt relieved and hurriedly reported my disappearance to the police.
He said, "I'm certain this person absolutely cannot be Ms. Edwards! She never makes enemies with anyone—she has such a gentle personality. You must help me find her! I haven't seen her for a whole day, and she's not answering her phone. I'm really worried!"
Unfortunately, since less than forty-eight hours had passed, the police couldn't open a case file and could only patiently advise Oscar to come to the station as soon as the conditions were met.
Meanwhile, the officer quietly wrote my name in his notebook with "suspected victim" noted beside it, which made my eyes sting with tears.
Oscar asked about the missing person case filing procedures over and over again, determined to find me.
His anxious, worried appearance made him look like my actual family member.
But where were my real family members?
What were they doing?
To celebrate Hannah's promotion, Cooper, Bella, and Leon—who were usually busy—all took the day off and threw her a party at New York's most luxurious hotel.
Thanks to the connections they'd built over many years, political and business elites flocked to offer their congratulations.
They all praised Hannah for being young and accomplished, commending Cooper and Bella for raising such an excellent daughter.
They also said they envied Cooper and Bella for having such outstanding children.
Bella smiled and responded warmly, completely different from her previous coldness.
For Hannah's future career, she spared no effort.
Until someone casually mentioned, "I remember you have another child, right? Her academic performance is quite good too."
Bella's smile froze on her face, and her gaze gradually turned icy.
She sneered, "What good does academic success do? She's ungrateful—the moment she got into college, she cut off contact with us. Who knows where she's living it up now!"
When speaking about me, her tone was full of contempt and disgust.
The person quickly apologized and steered the conversation back to Hannah, and only then did Bella's expression soften slightly.
But soon, the lively gathering was interrupted by a phone call.
Bella frowned and asked, "Is this matter really that urgent?"
After hearing whatever the caller said, Bella quickly walked to Hannah's side to apologize for suddenly leaving.
After speaking, she hurried toward the hotel exit.
Soon after, Cooper was also called away by a phone call.
In the end, only Leon remained by Hannah's side.
Cooper and Bella's affection had always belonged to Hannah alone.
They had promised to attend my parent-teacher conferences, but each time Hannah would throw tantrums and create scenes, and in the end, they would both choose to attend her conferences instead.
Though they were one set of parents, they couldn't spare even the slightest bit of love for me.

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