The daughter I gave birth to and raised with my own hands had now become a sharp knife stabbing me.
Thinking of the evidence in Frederic's hands was still under investigation, I forced myself to calm down and hold back my tears.
Soon after two hours waiting, I completely broke down.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Houten. Mr. Houten's evidence is all valid. The surveillance footage shows when and where you appeared and it matches your dashcam recorder perfectly."
"Not only that, an unsent text message was found on your mother's phone."
The next second, my mother's phone was handed to me, with four big words on the screen.
[Please be careful, Ninette.]
Frederic had an expression as if he had expected this.
The five-years-old Freya who couldn't understand what the police said to her, was busy clapping and cheering at the moment.
"Yeay ... bad mommy is going to jail! Grandpa and Grandma are going to be innocent!"
"What goes around comes around!"
My whole body went limp, my legs lost strength that I fell to my knees.
"How is that possible? I've never been there ...."
"And why did my mom send this message?"
"Hasn't she finished typing yet? Did my mom want to remind me to be careful of the real culprit? Please, can you find a way to investigate? I really haven't done it ...."
The anger instantly appeared on Frederic's face and he kicked me on the shoulder.
"That's enough! How long are you going to keep messing around?"
"If you said your parents' letter was fake and your mom's text message identifying the murderer before she died was fake, then what is real? The fact that you killed your parents with your own hands is real!"
"Ninette, I was so blind. Why did I fall for you in the first place? I will divorce you as soon as you go to prison and I won't ever allow you to see Freya."
"A murderer is not worthy to be the mother of my daughter."
Meanwhile, a group of relatives were busy standing under the tree taking pictures.
Uploading my photos to social media and cursing me as a murderer.
Then they were about to leave the hall one by one.
Only Frederic stood there, busy contacting major media reporters and preparing to expose my shameless face.
Until the police were also preparing to close the case, I rushed forward and blocked their way to the car.
"No, the matter hasn't been clarified yet, you can't leave!"
The leading police officer's face turned cold.
"Ms. Houten, let me correct you. It's not that we're leaving you, but that we're taking you with us."
"Do you have anything else to say? If not, just get in the car!"
My eyes swept across everyone's faces.
My mind was racing with thoughts.
All the experiences I had in my past and present life kept appearing before my eyes.
All the details I had overlooked became incredibly clear at this moment.
Car accident, inspection records, the letter and the will.
My gaze swept over the figures of Frederic and our daughter and a white light flashed through my mind.
Rushed forward and slammed the car door.
"Wait! I know who the murderer is!"
