I gritted my teeth and spoke, "Surveillance? Show it to me! I won't allow anyone to smear my daughter!"
As soon as I finished speaking, Jay quickly tapped on his phone and then threw it in front of me.
On the screen, a small figure wearing the same dress as Chloe on the day of the incident. With a hat, she walked unsteadily into the bedroom.
She stood in front of the dressing table and took out a bottle of liquid from a small bag. She poured it into the skincare product.
The footage ended there.
I saw that the time on the surveillance was two days ago.
By then, Chloe had already been cremated.
I suddenly sneered, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Lilian spoke up at this moment, "Tiffany, I just want to understand why Chloe did this to me. Nothing else. It's not too late to educate Chloe now. You can't teach her to do wrong things!"
Hearing her unscrupulous framing, I couldn't help but stand up and spit on her rash-covered face.
"Stop cursing Chloe. She doesn't need your concern! You don't even know who the person in the surveillance is, and you're framing us. Do you want Mrs. Miller's position that badly?"
Jay was enraged by my attitude. His pent-up anger finally exploded.