I did not even hesitate to reply, "I didn’t kill her. I would never hurt my own daughter. Officer, I beg you, please investigate this thoroughly. If you don’t, the real murderer will never be brought to justice!"
"I’m not afraid to die, but I can’t let my daughter’s death go unanswered."
Hearing this, the officer’s brows furrowed. His gaze turned colder, sharper like he was looking at a hopeless criminal clinging to lies.
"We reviewed the surveillance footage immediately. There is no indication of tampering or forgery."
"If you didn’t do it, then who else could the killer be?"
Exactly!
Who killed my daughter and shifted the blame onto me?
This question had haunted me through two lifetimes.
And it would remain unanswered, perhaps even until the day I died.
Seeing my silence, the crowd erupted with renewed fury. "Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you too ashamed to admit you’re the murderer?"
"You killed your own daughter and still have the audacity to play the victim? Disgusting!"
"That poor girl… She was so sweet and obedient and yet she had a mother like that!"
"Her husband and mother-in-law are truly unfortunate to have such a monster in their family."