"Then why didn't you admit your mistake in front of them? Why blame me for everything?"
I coughed violently, almost coughing up blood from my throat.
Despite this, I kept my gaze fixed on her, trying to read something from her face.
Unfortunately, in the pitch-black environment, I couldn't see anything. I missed the fleeting look of schadenfreude on her face.
Lizzy shook her head vigorously.
"Auntie, I'm just a twelve-year-old child, I really didn't know!"
She reached out to hold my hand, but I jerked it away.
"Auntie! Auntie, I'm truly sorry!"
Lizzy covered her face with her hands, trying to stifle her sobs, her shoulders shaking.
"Auntie, if I didn't say this! Dad and Grandma would definitely kill me!
"Auntie, I'm scared, I'm really scared..."
I thought, "So, am I to bear the blame for all of this?
Don't I feel fear too?"
I didn't want to argue anymore and closed my eyes, saying, "Get out!"
Afterwards, I became lost and numb.
No matter how I explained, they refused to believe me.
"Claire, have you no sense of decency? You've already caused the death of my son, and now you want to slander my daughter?"