Hearing this, Garry and Jarvis were certain that my best friend and I were lying and forced me and my best friend to watch our father being beaten to death.
When they were sent to the hospital, it was already too late.
A wedding turned into my father and my best friend's father's funeral.
My mobile phone suddenly rang.
I received the video of the wedding and the photo shoot that I took by chance.
In the video, Quinn deliberately ruffled her clothes and threw herself into the arms of my father and my best friend's father, holding them tightly with both hands.
Then, there was the scene where she shouted for help.
My eyes suddenly turned red.
Looking up, I saw Quinn not far away being surrounded by Garry and Jarvis, who treated him like a treasure.
In an instant, blood rushed to my head.
I rushed over, almost spitting fire from my eyes as I barked, “Quinn, you are lying. You are directing and acting all this yourself!”
Garry stopped me, a hint of impatience in his eyes as he asked in a cold tone, “Maribel, when will you stop making trouble?
“If you hadn't asked people to bully Quinn, today's wedding wouldn't have been cancelled. You have brought this upon yourselves.”