He said he would come over in the middle of the night to keep vigil for me.
Seeing his departing figure, I pondered.
I’ll called the police this time. I hope he won’t break up with me because of an investigation record.
Otherwise, our seven-year-old daughter will have become a main victim of this failed marriage.
As soon as Frederic left, I immediately took out my mobile phone and dialed the police.
Early the next morning, my parents' bodies were sent to the crematorium.
However, I could not find my husband and daughter.
I had a bad feeling in my heart.
I was just about to make a phone call to ask my husband, but the next second, a group of relatives rushed into the door and shouted at me.
"Ninette, you beast, you're the one who killed your parents!"
"Why do you still have the face to stand here? You really have no conscience!"
"So, you planned to cancel the funeral and ask us to go home because you're afraid someone would find out that your parents were murdered, right?"
In an instant, my blood froze all over my body.
Like falling into an icy cave.
"How did you—"
Before I could ask them, a bloody piece of paper was thrown on my face.
"What else is there to say? This is the letter your parents left before they died!"
"Open your eyes wide and read what's written on it!"
I quickly spread out the paper and saw a line of words written crookedly in blood on it.
[Our unfilial daughter Ninette Schmidt plotted to get the inheritance and murdered her parents.]
My heart stopped beating instantly.
What was supposed to happen was completely different from my previous life.
Was it possible that my act of reporting to the police could have changed the course of events?
Before I could figure it out, the relatives around me were already pointing at me and yelling.
"You look like a decent person, but you can even kill your own parents. Your parents are so unlucky to have raised you!"
"Yeah, you are an ungrateful wretch, worse than a beast, Ninette!"
"Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. You know your parents raised you for so many years, but all their love and care were in vain!"
"You are the only daughter in your family. Isn't the money yours after your parents left? Why are you so anxious to kill them?"
"Someone, call the police, call the police now! Have them come, arrest her and put her in jail!"
The curses almost blew the roof off and the gazes of all my relatives were like a knife stabbing straight into my heart.
"That’s enough!"
I couldn't help but roar out loud.
Soon, the hall quieted down.
"I am not the murderer, I have evidence."
"I called the police last night. If you don't believe me, you can ask Frederic."
Everyone was shocked in an instant.
"Where is Frederic? Where should we go to ask?"
"Frederic is a good man. If he knew he had married such a ruthless wife, he would definitely not tolerate her!"
"You knew that he would stand on our side, so you deliberately didn't let him come, right?"
"Ninette, you are simply too vicious!"
Someone took out his mobile phone and pointed it at me to take a picture, threatening to start a live streaming so that the entire network could judge me together.
I panicked and shouted anxiously.
"No, I do have evidence. When my parents had a car accident, I was still working overtime in the company! The company's surveillance footage can prove that I was there!"
Hearing my alibi, one by one they stopped cursing at me.
But before I could breathe a sigh of relief, Frederic arrived with our daughter.
He sighed and said in disappointment, "Ninette, just admit it. Your company's surveillance camera has been broken for a long time. The letter your parents left is the evidence of your murder. It's pointless in insisting on it."
Like seeing a life saver, I rushed up to grab him.
"Hubby, hubby, quickly explain to them that I called the police last night. The real murderer would never call the police, right? Please tell them quickly!"
