Krystal escaped the disaster as she happened to be working the night shift. She called the police the next morning when she returned home. She wasn't considered lucky.
The survivors were the most tormented.
I heard Krystal whisper in my ear that our mother had been tortured to death that night, covered in bruises.
I felt so much hatred. I hated that I was just a frail 11-year-old kid with no ability to protect my family.
And I hated those two beasts. Wayne was not worthy of being my dad's friend.
The case became a mystery. At that time, the technology was not mature, and there were no surveillance cameras. Furthermore, Wayne and the other person had made ample preparations.
Given their conversation, I realized that these two had strong anti-surveillance capabilities and were very conscious, and they had been planning this for a long time.
The only clue lay with me who was confined to a hospital bed. They could only cling to a sliver of hope, waiting for me to wake up and reveal the truth.
As for Wayne, he took over my family's business under the guise of being my dad's friend and claimed Krystal.