In the past, he would occasionally ask about my well-being. However, ever since he met Kate, his first love, again, he no longer cared about me and Dora.
Just like what he had thought, Dora, Dora, had just lost her life, but his love, Kate, was crying.
After staring blankly at Dora's body for a long time, I asked, "Where's the murderer?"
At this time, a man's voice came from outside. "I'm very unlucky! It's dark, and I'm on the highway. I didn't see any figure at all. How could I know that she was hung under my car?"
As soon as I heard this, my whole body trembled. I bounced out. I rushed to the man and grabbed his collar, venting my feelings out in an instant.
"You killed Dora! You beast! You beast!"
My eyes were bloodshot as I complained in a heart-wrenching voice. I kicked the man with my hands and feet, wishing I could cut him into pieces.
He screamed as I beat him up. In the chaos, the police pulled me away.
"Ms. Lawrence, please calm down."
"How can I calm down? This bastard got drunk and killed Dora! He's the murderer! I don't accept mediation! I want him to pay with his life!"
"You misunderstood." The policeman sighed, adding, "You were misled by the words of the vicious media."