Karl laughed lightly. “Don’t you know your sister? When she found out I was coming back, she bought me a private jet. No matter how I tried to talk her out of it, she wouldn’t listen. She’s still the same—so naive, even after five years of marriage.”
Caroline’s voice trembled slightly. “That’s good… Then I can rest easy.”
“Sis, I still owe you everything for what happened back then. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably be rotting in prison.”
“I think it’s best I don’t show up at the family dinner tomorrow,” he added with a sigh. “If Victor sees me, he’ll just be reminded of his parents. I don’t want to make trouble for you again…”
Karl—he’s always been like this. Playing the victim, twisting words.
And somehow, turning everyone against me.
Even now, I could still hear his mocking tone, his sneers behind a veneer of politeness.
Back when Caroline was still investigating the case, I read her notes in secret.
I knew—I knew—he was the only suspect.
At our wedding, I stood up and publicly named him as the murderer of my parents.
I tried to drag him to the police station myself.
But everyone turned on me.
They said I was ungrateful. They said I was ruining the day. They said I was insane.