I stared blankly into the sky, a chilling question haunting my thoughts: had I just killed my brother?

"It's going to be okay. That wasn't a fatal shot," Max Hilton tried to reassure me, but his words were lost on me. Just then, a helicopter, having just taken off, suddenly nosedived towards the earth, crashing into the hillside ahead with a deafening explosion. It felt as though the shockwave had scattered my soul. "Oh no-" I clasped my ears as my legs gave out beneath me. "Max, did Richard plan on making a suicide pact with Hannah?"

Max didn't reply, his gaze heavy upon the site of the crash. "We need to find them, dead or alive!" he commanded.

The Hilton family's bodyguards revved up the engine, driving towards the smoldering hillside.

As I watched the flames rage, darkness overtook me, and I fainted, overwhelmed by the calamity.

That day, I discovered I was Richard's sister. That day, I had injured my own brother. In that moment, I watched my brother's plane crash.

My agony was silent, a desperate wish that this was all just a nightmare.

Even in unconsciousness, I could sense the frantic efforts around me, people trying to save me.

I didn't get why they were so urgent, but I saw Max, all battered, clutching my hand tightly and urging, "Claire, don't fall asleep."

Life seemed like a fleeting dream.

...

awoke, I found myself

drifted through Claude Hart's home,

died? And

I saw Claude rushing out, falling to his knees in front of mine and

Max was dead too?

Claude: "Claude, people can't come back from the

lost! You killed Claire! If it hadn't been for your kidnapping, none of this would have happened," Claude

Was this my spirit

I only meant to scare

die!" Kate sobbed uncontrollably, kneeling at

intended to

face was stern, his gaze towards Kate full of loathing:

wanted to save her, but I

saying

someone said she was

who claimed

really don't know. When

it was Claire Floyd's,

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