So when slander was thrown at me, and everyone else turned their backs in ignorance, only Jason continued to believe in my innocence.
The crowd was still buzzing with noise when Richard Miller appeared.
He had the appearance of a respectable academic, but in truth, he was a hypocrite with a heart full of filth.
In my previous life, I felt unbearably wronged.
Killed over a thesis?
But watching now as a vengeful spirit, I understood the truth.
It wasn’t merely academic misconduct.
Richard was greedy and depraved.
He embezzled public funds, diverted research budgets, and preyed on female faculty and students. His list of crimes was endless.
His greatest fear was investigation.
Even if I had only reported his daughter for plagiarism, it could have drawn in a federal investigation committee.
And once the digging began, all of his corruption would be uncovered, leaving him to rot in prison.
That was why he and Vanessa killed me—to silence me.
Daniel hadn’t directly participated in the murder, fooled into thinking I had simply left.
But he was still an accomplice. After all, it was Daniel who secretly handed my unpublished thesis to Vanessa.