I Killed My Brother... Or So They Say

The reporters couldn't help but tear up at Mom and Dad's words.

The video ended.

Maureen flipped her phone face down on the table, frowning deeply as she looked at me.

"Kathleen, Mr. and Mrs. Wilcox are right. They did everything they could possibly do for you, so why on earth did you kill Douglas?"

I lifted my glass and took a sip before replying calmly, "Are there really parents that perfect out there? Ms. Ingram, don't you think the fact that they were so good to me is precisely what makes it suspicious?"

Maureen's patience was wearing thin, and her voice took an edge of urgency.

"How are they treating you well somehow their fault? Kathleen, I didn't believe it when Mr. and Mrs. Wilcox said you suffered from paranoia. But now, I have no choice but to think you really need to see a psychiatrist."

I didn't get angry even under her skeptical gaze.

"I already told you that both the truth and evidence are all in that live stream. Ms. Ingram, you must've overlooked something."

A heavy silence settled over the room.

Then, the officer urged, "Ms. Ingram, visiting hours are over."

Maureen got up to leave. When she reached the door, she stopped and looked back at me, as if expecting me to say something more.

However, I just hung my head in silence.

Three days later was the day of Douglas' funeral.

Mom and Dad applied for my bail so I could attend it.

Many strangers came to the funeral—reporters, Douglas' fellow patients, hospital staff, and even netizens who wanted to see him off. They laid flowers beneath his tombstone and clasped Mom and Dad's hands, murmuring words of consolation.

The moment I appeared, every pair of eyes turned on me with pure hatred.

"How does a murderer like her have the nerve to show her face here?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Wilcox are just too kind-hearted. They even applied for her bail."

"I bet she's come to kneel before Douglas and beg for forgiveness."

"A life for a life. No matter how much she regrets it now, it can't bring Douglas back!"

A bouquet of lilies was thrust into my hands.

Under everyone's watch, I walked toward Douglas's tombstone.

Unfortunately, I didn't drop to my knees in a flood of tears and beg for forgiveness the way they'd hoped.

Instead, I violently smashed the bouquet onto the ground, then forcefully kicked the photo of Douglas on the tombstone.

"You deserve to die a thousand times over, you monster! Rot in hell, Douglas!"

Everyone stood frozen in shock at the scene unfolding before them. By the time they snapped out of it, the photo on the tombstone was already smeared with mud.

"She's completely lost her mind!"

"Arrest her now!"

"She really is the devil. She's causing trouble even at Douglas' funeral!"

Just as people were about to get physical with me, the police officers maintaining order swiftly pulled me away from the crowd.

Mom and Dad wiped their tears while beating their chests and wailing.

"Kathleen, Douglas is already dead, and yet you're not even willing to see him off one last time. You two grew up together… Why have you become like this?

"Do you know what Douglas' last words were? He told us not to hate you and that you'll always be his sister."

At this, the crowd instantly grew enraged.

"Hey, officers! Why are you still protecting this murderer?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Wilcox, it's better if you consider Kathleen dead to you from now on. She doesn't deserve your forgiveness at all!"

"If you ask me, she should pay with her life and kill herself right in front of Douglas' tombstone."

Just then, Maureen came running from afar.

"Kathleen, I found it!"