I Took Revenge For My Dead Daughter

I had seen the evidence Davin presented a hundred times. It all pointed to Mavis having died by suicide.

I remained unconvinced.

Those so-called pieces of evidence were nothing but carefully fabricated lies. Their flimsy veils failed to hide the truth.

I continued moving the scalpel lightly along Valarie’s arm, leaving a shallow, bleeding trail.

“Mr. Elkin, you know very well this isn’t what I asked for.”

My voice was ice-cold as I said sharply, “I want the real murderer. I want the evidence that he assaulted my daughter. I want the evidence you’ve been hiding. Stop wasting my time with this nonsense, or next time, I’ll take more than a finger.”

Davin’s face instantly turned pale, but he still refused to yield.

“This is the evidence! It proves Mavis killed herself!”

Portia threw herself toward the camera, her cries raw and desperate.

“You’re insane! Let my child go! We gave you the evidence! What more do you want?!”

Watching her lose all composure, I let out a bleak laugh.

“We’re both mothers. You can’t stand to see your child hurt, and I can’t stand to see my daughter’s death go unanswered.”

The livestream’s comment section erupted once more.

[The evidence is right there. She just refuses to see it.]

[She’s completely delusional.]

[We have laws for a reason. Facts are facts. What’s her problem?]

The online abuse grew even fiercer than before, but I ignored them all.

All I saw was the truth that refused to surface and the image of my daughter, who had died unjustly.

Every second that passed was a slow death for my heart and a countdown for another piece of Valarie.

The third time, they still tried to fool me with fake evidence.

I knew they were stalling for time while trying to find a way to deal with me. I would not give them that chance.

My resolve hardened. I directly severed the tendons in Valarie’s wrist.

“I have all day to play this game, Mr. Elkin. But your daughter doesn’t.

“So tell me, are you really going to throw away your own daughter to protect a murderer?”

Davin choked at my words. His body shuddered as his hanging hands clenched into tight fists.

Portia was already unconscious.

The police were still trying to persuade me. They even brought out my mentor, Gabriel Edwards.

Gabriel stood before the camera. His clouded eyes narrowed as he spoke.

“Fable, you’re a voice for the people. How could you turn on them? I know you are grieving for Mavis, but listen to me. Don’t do this.”

I looked at Gabriel, who had once cared for me like I was own daughter. My heart ached.

He was the one who had performed Mavis’ autopsy, yet he had concealed the truth.

“Gabriel, you watched Mavis grow up. How could you cut her open and not feel anything? Why did you help them cover it up?”

I could not understand why everyone was helping to hide the murderer.

Gabriel sighed. “Fable, Mavis did take her own life. I’m not lying. The police aren’t lying, and neither are the prosecutor’s office or the judge!”

After speaking, he exchanged a glance with Davin and called someone in from the door.

He then continued, “Mavis killed herself because she was depressed. We have a witness.”

I gasped when a girl emerged on the monitor.