Daniel’s tone softened, his gentle gaze almost identical to the way he looked at me when we first fell in love.
Everyone knew how deeply he loved me, how he indulged me in everything.
Even now, with me holding his mother hostage, he would never truly blame me.
But so what?
“Daniel, you’re famous for being a dutiful son. You practically worship your mother.”
“I’ll give you thirty minutes. If you don’t bring me the killer, I’ll send your mother to join my son—and then I’ll jump too!”
I laughed bitterly, raised the knife, and brought it down.
A scream pierced the air.
Blood dripped onto the floor, glistening crimson in the sunlight.
Duct tape sealed Margaret’s mouth, leaving her to whimper and tremble violently.
The crowd gasped in horror.
Seeing that I was truly willing to draw blood, Daniel’s face darkened.
“Grace! Stop this madness! I had only one son. Everyone knows how much I loved him.”
“His death tore me apart, but it was an accident. The nanny is still lying in the hospital right now—stop suspecting everyone!”
His tone softened again.
“Grace, come down. What if you slip? Life has to go on.”