He worked overtime and got sick all because of Chelsea, the apple of his eye.
The police officer who knew the inside story couldn't bear to see it and advised, "Let bygones be bygones. How do you know that Rosa is not in pain and regret?"
Hearing someone mention the past, my father instantly gritted his teeth.
"She's in pain? She regrets it? No way! If it weren't for her unreasonable behavior back then, how could Lisa have died? And Lisa died so miserably. It was all because of her!"
Everyone fell silent, knowing that Lisa Hart was my mother. Dad took Chelsea into the police station, and others followed slowly.
Only I stood still, trembling and recalling the past.
At that time, Chelsea's whole family was killed by some criminal.
My parents felt sorry for her, so they went through the adoption process and brought her here to live with us.
They were worried that she wouldn't adapt to the new family and wouldn't feel a sense of belonging, so Dad unconditionally asked me to give her all my toys and everything else I had.
I always did as he said even though the doll was my favorite.
It was also the only thing left to me by my grandma.