LILITH
Dean's appearance threw me into confusion.
He wasn't supposed to be here.
At least, not according to my memories from my past life—he hadn’t attended this banquet.
In fact, I’d never once crossed paths with him. To me, he was just a familiar stranger—someone whose name occasionally came up during conversations with Brandon’s family.
Often with anger and resentment.
The last I’d heard of him before I died was the story about how he handled the inheritance his paternal grandfather left him.
To the shock of many, he’d donated the entire fortune to charity. Some praised him for it. Others mocked him and called him a fool.
And then there was the third group—those who cursed him.
Brandon and his parents belonged to the last group.
That had been one of the rare moments they dro
