The Wealthy Family Can All Hear My Thoughts

Synopsis

As the nation's top forensic pathologist, I was brought back to the Harper family. They looked at my face, but recoiled at the smell of disinfectant clinging to me. The adopted daughter, Violet Snow, wearing a two-hundred-thousand-dollar princess dress, gently urged me: "Raven, Dad bought you new clothes. You should change out of those---they're bad luck." I glanced at her coldly. [What an act. Too bad for her---the last person who pulled this kind of stunt is still soaking in my specimen cabinet. I even sawed her skull open.] [Then again, forget it. Even if someone peeled off her skin and gave her to me as a gift, I wouldn't want her.] "Crash!" My CEO father, Maxwell Harper, dropped his antique teapot. It shattered across the floor. My older brother, Cameron Harper, jumped up from the sofa like he'd been electrocuted. He pointed at me, his lips turning purple. [What are you staring at? I heard he's a doctor too. If I get the chance, I'll have someone send him my way.] My mother's eyes rolled back, and she fainted on the spot. The entire family went weak in the knees, nearly collapsing to the floor.