But I didn't expect Frederic to give me a damn look.
He pushed me away and brushed his shirt off in disgust.
It's like touching something dirty.
"Ninette, you didn't even call the police last night, you were just acting in front of me."
"Stop lying to us. Everyone here is your family. As long as you plead guilty and confess, you'll still be my wife and the mother of my daughter after you are released from prison."
My mind went blank in an instant.
I swept my gaze over my daughter in front of me. She also slept in the mourning hall last night, so she must have heard me calling the police.
"Freya, can you tell everyone that I called the police last night?"
"Since ... she's a child, she can't lie. Freya, tell them, did your mom call the police last night?"
I was so anxious that my voice was tinged with tears.
But my daughter, Freya Houten, just glanced at me in fear.
Turned around and hid behind her father.
"I don't want a murderer mom! I don't want a murderer mom!"
"It's your fault, you're the one who killed Grandpa and Grandma. I don't want to see you ...."
"Daddy said someone who does wrong must be punished, but why is Mommy still here?"
"Shame on you!"
I trembled as I opened my phone, trying to find the call record of calling the police last night.
But the original 110 had become a private number and it was no longer in service when I called it.
I felt like I was struck by lightning. I stood there in shock.
My relatives around were completely furious.
"Ninette, how long are you going to keep pretending? Even your husband and daughter aren't on your side!"
"Wake up! You killed your own parents and you will get your retribution sooner or later!"
"See, children won't lie, so what are you doing now? Call the police, call the police now ... let them arrest you and put you in jail!"
My face turned pale, my hands tightly covering my head and I suffered a mental breakdown.
I didn't understand how things had come to this point.
I had already canceled the funeral.
And I called the police last night.
"It's not me, it's really not me—"
"They're my biological parents. Why would I do that? I have no motive at all!"
As soon as the words fell, Frederic took out a document and placed it in front of everyone.
"This is your motivation."
"Everyone, please take a look! Before my parents-in-law passed away, they asked someone to notarize the will. Most of the inheritance was given to me and Freya and only a small half given to Ninette."
"She, as their one and only daughter, she objects to their will. Besides, I also found surveillance footage of her retrieving the will."
Frederic's tone was firm and his gaze towards me was as cold as a stranger's.
Waited until the relatives' gazes fall on the will.
He also took out the inspection record of the accident vehicle.
"I also have this record. Only Ninette has ever driven her parents' car and the cause of the accident was brake failure. Everyone should understand the rest, so I don't need to say more."
The hall was suddenly in silence.
The gaze everyone directed to me was like a sharp knife, which was about to tear me to pieces.
I widened my eyes as I stared at Frederic in disbelief.
I had never seen what he was holding in his hand.
So it was even more impossible for me to retrieve the will!
Besides, my mother and father even assured me that they would never make a will!
I didn't know why the woman on the surveillance footage in his hand looked exactly like me.
But no one at the hall listened to my explanation.
When we were arguing, my parents' bodies had already been cremated.
I was about to step forward and help them with their burial arrangements.
