Chapter 2

The evidence was submitted quickly.

I glanced at it.

It was new evidence, as expected.

But just one look, and I spun around, plunging a pencil into Ashley’s right eye socket.

“Mmph! Mmph!!”

Ashley was gagged, but she still managed to make sounds.

She tilted her head back in agony, blood gushing from her eye socket, her left eye streaming tears.

“Chloe!!”

Alex lunged closer to the camera:

“I’ve already submitted it! How dare you do that!”

I held the printed new evidence up to the camera, shaking it:

“Do you take me for a fool? It looks convincing, but this alone isn’t enough to convict Ashley of premeditated murder!”

I threw the evidence to the floor, stepping on it, staring coldly into the camera:

“Alex, playing games won't work.”

Alex’s face paled even further.

The online crowd was enraged:

[Your mom just messed up her own scam! Submitting evidence of premeditated murder would be perjury!]

[Everyone in the legal world knows Alex Miller's stellar reputation! YOU'RE the one committing murder!]

[Release the hostage!]

I just smiled, glancing at my watch:

“My dear, you have six minutes left.”

Alex leaned on the table, glaring intensely at the camera:

“The case is closed, there are no objections! What do you want me to submit?!”

“You know what.”

I stared back at the camera, my voice cold: “If you truly love your childhood sweetheart enough, then submit the real evidence quickly!”

Alex gritted his teeth savagely:

“If I had intended to deceive you, I would’ve just pointed you to some amateur lawyer! Why would I waste years fighting ten appeals for you?!”

I raised my chin: “Only you know that.”

The online insults against me grew fiercer. Countless people accused me of being a heartless monster, betraying my husband.

The police’s negotiation team kept sending me private messages.

I just sat beside Ashley, surrounded by a pool of blood, watching my watch.

“Time’s up.”

I stood.

Ashley stared at me in terror with her one remaining eye.

“Chloe!”

A familiar voice echoed.

I spun around.

A familiar face stood before the camera.

“Uncle Robert!”

I froze.

“Chloe, I’ve thoroughly analyzed your mother’s case. Things really aren’t as you think.”