Daniel looked at the blood dripping down the wall, his eyes bloodshot.
“I’ve already punished the nanny. All the house staff who were home that day have been dismissed.”
“If there really is a murderer, I swear I’ll tear them apart! But you can’t be reckless like this—don’t ruin your life.”
Daniel looked truly heartbroken.
For the first time, I saw disappointment in his eyes.
But I could no longer care.
I pressed the knife harder. Margaret, sensing death’s shadow, cried silently and shook her head.
I spoke in an icy tone:
“Daniel, are you sure you want to protect the murderer?”
“Would you really watch your mother die in pain for their sake?”
A flash of hesitation crossed his face, then his expression hardened.
“Looks like my spoiling you all these years has turned you into this.”
“I’ve given you enough chances. If you insist on this path, don’t blame me!”
He waved his hand, and soon my parents and my five-year-old brother were dragged up to the rooftop by his men—
but my newly-returned sister was nowhere to be seen.
My mother trembled at the sight of Margaret’s blood-soaked hand, terrified by the scene.
But I was her daughter, and she couldn’t bear to see me go this far.