The Immortal Chapter 2

When I next awoke, Olivia was kneeling before Mom and Dad, crying as if her heart would break.

""I—I really only put in a little black pepper! Nothing else!""

Leo was also flushed with urgency. ""You've been with Olivia for so many years! Don't you know her character? How could she poison anyone? It must be Stella faking it!""

No sooner had he spoken than a heavy slap landed on his face.

""A broken arm can be faked, but can death be faked? Stella stopped breathing half an hour ago! The doctors declared her dead! How much more fake can it get?""

Mom cried, pulling Dad. ""Don't blame the children. It can only be said that Stella had bad luck. The dead cannot be brought back to life; we can't blame our living children for someone who's gone.""

Dad covered his head, let out a deep sigh, and slumped to the ground.

I lifted the white sheet covering me and slowly sat up.

Olivia was the first to notice something was wrong, suddenly jumping up in terror, pointing at me and stammering.

""She, she...""

Dad hadn't seen my condition yet, saying gloomily, ""Ultimately, I owe Stella. I...""

""Mom and Dad, what's wrong?""

As soon as I spoke, Mom and Dad simultaneously turned their heads, erupting in a chorus of screams.

Leo’s eyes widened in terror, and he backed away repeatedly. ""It's a zombie! Doctor, it's a zombie!""

Hearing the commotion, the doctor rushed in, looking at me in disbelief.

An experienced, white-haired old doctor quickly instructed the other doctors to take me to the operating room.

After a thorough examination, the doctor joyfully told Mom and Dad that my body had fully recovered and was perfectly fine.

The doctor didn't know how to explain the phenomenon, so he simply said I had entered a state of suspended animation.

Hearing this, Leo immediately cursed at me. ""I knew she was faking it! Stella, you're such an actress, you can even fake death! Why don't you go to a movie set and play a dead person?""

I, shedding tears, said weakly, ""Brother, I really don't know what happened. After drinking the chicken soup, I felt a burning pain in my stomach and then passed out.""

The doctor also explained on my behalf that suspended animation wasn't faked but a state of shock caused by physical injury.

Dad sighed, stroking my head. ""You probably suffered too much hardship in your childhood, leaving you with this condition. Don't think too much about it; go home and rest well.""

After that, Dad glared fiercely at Olivia and Leo again, warning them not to harm me further.

Back home, I contacted a renovation crew and had surveillance cameras installed in every corner of the house.

Mom stared at the pile of cameras, dumbfounded, asking what I was doing.

I bit my lip, speaking softly. ""My body is too weak. If I accidentally die one day, the cameras can prove that my brother and sister didn't harm me, so you won't be implicated.""

Hearing my words, Olivia clenched her fists, her face red, unable to speak.

That evening at dinner, Mom and Dad specially prepared a lavish meal to help me recover.

Olivia and Leo sat several feet away from me, afraid of any physical contact.

I proactively served Olivia a bowl of porridge, gently placing it in front of her.

She suddenly smiled eerily, took the porridge, and drank it all.

The next second, her face turned bright red, and she frantically scratched at her face.

""Did sister put peanuts in the porridge? I'm allergic to peanuts! I feel terrible!""

Olivia's face broke out in a rash. She fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

Mom and Dad were startled. They glared at me fiercely, then rushed to comfort Olivia, full of distress.

Olivia, while screaming, stealthily glanced at me with a mischievous look.

But unexpectedly, I suddenly covered my ears, breathing heavily.

""My—my heart hurts so much! I can't breathe...""

No sooner had I spoken than I passed out again.