"Someone accidentally recorded a video of you and your father-in-law on the rooftop. The video shows you did not touch him. Come take a look."
I suddenly turned around and looked at her, subconsciously wanting to prove my innocence.
But when I saw her holding Jude's arm and walking in the opposite direction, I held back.
Forget it. At this point, there was no longer the need to prove anything.
I went to the police station and learned that it was a girl who was taking pictures of the sunset and accidentally recorded me and Mia's father's interaction on the rooftop.
It could be clearly seen in the video that my hands did not touch her father, but rather I was trying to grab his shirt to pull him back.
The girl photographing the sunset was called Hazel Moore. She was a sweet, energetic girl.
I thanked her, but she replied with guilt, "Sorry, if I hadn't seen the comments from the netizens, I wouldn't have thought the facts would be distorted like this. If I had handed the video to the police earlier, you wouldn't have been accused of murder."
"No, I should thank you. Thank you for letting me see clearly the person I thought love me."
"Hmm? What?"
I smiled at her and didn't explain any further.