But she tricked me into going down to the basement the other day, telling me that Dad had fainted in there, and asked me to bring him medicine. Back then, the look on her face was totally different.
She let him tie me up and torture me to death. She picked up the dagger with a smirk on her face.
She wasn't pitiful at all.
To be honest, I didn't want to stay here and see how much Dad and Chelsea cared about each other.
But there was an invisible force that tied my soul to my father, and my range of movement was even limited.
It seemed like I couldn't escape when I was alive, and now that I was dead, I still couldn't be liberated.
In the conference room, Dad and a group of police officers sat down under the leadership of the chief of police and began to conduct a comprehensive analysis of the case.
The case was very tragic, and the onlookers had already filmed videos, which had been spread to a small extent. Although the case was temporarily under control, given the existence of words like torture, massacre, and young girls, it was only a matter of time before it got out. The higher-ups attached great importance to this.