In the past, Amelia would rush out happily for a hug at the sound of Matthew's voice.
But this time, despite several calls from Matthew, there was no response.
At that moment, Janet, who was wandering in the living room, suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Look, Matthew! There's Amelia's portrait here!"
Upon seeing Amelia's portrait, Matthew's face turned pale instantly.
He pointed at the portrait and shouted at me furiously, "No wonder you're in a hurry to leave. Amelia is dead. You still want to hide such a significant event from me, right? Don't you know Amelia is the apple of my eye, my life, and the driving force behind all my work and life?"
The hatred in my eyes was palpable, "Matthew, stop pretending. If you really cared about Amelia, you wouldn't have left us on the highway."
"Is this the reason you killed Amelia? You vented on Amelia and even took her life because of such a trivial matter? She was also your daughter! She was so cute and good! How could you be so cruel?"
Matthew roared at me in anger, his eyes bloodshot with extreme fury as if he wanted to tear me apart.
I stared at him and asked word by word, "Do you think I killed Amelia?"