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Three years later, I returned with a fake identity and became a nanny for the Davis family.
After the surgery, I was no longer the plain, awkward girl—I'd become fair and pretty.
Even Chloe, my once closest friend, didn't recognize me.
In just a few weeks, I'd gained the trust of Chloe's entire family.
I knew my revenge plan could begin.
That morning, I claimed I was taking the child to school—but instead, I secretly confined him.
By evening, when the Davis family gathered for dinner, I added dose of poisonous mushrooms to the food.
I could've used a lethal dose, but that would've been too merciful.
When my parents jumped, their heads hit the concrete.
So, I chose to crush the elderly couple's skulls, making them experience my parents' final moments.
I was kinder to Chloe.
I didn't kill her—just shattered her spine.
Just like when those men broke my dad's spine with a baseball bat while he tried to save her.
Soon, she would understand. The paralysis. The helplessness of soiling herself. The lifetime of medication.
I wonder if she could afford twenty thousand a month for treatment…
As I spoke, the interrogation room fell dead silent.
The officers' anger faded, replaced by pity and sympathy.
The reporters exchanged uneasy glances, some visibly regretful.
The live chat, once filled with hate, was now flooded with apologies.
I'd washed my family's shame with the Davis family's blood.
If spirits exist, my parents should finally rest in peace.
After the silence, an older officer spoke slowly.
"Survivors of assault often don't want to admit it or report it."
"Your parents' deaths… the real culprits are the rapists and attackers. You shouldn't blame Chloe entirely."
"Over the years, Chloe has done charity work, donated to charities, and helped underprivileged children. It shows she was trying to atone."
"I hope you can let go of hatred, reveal the boy's whereabouts—maybe we can reduce your sentence from death to life."
I smiled bitterly, saying nothing.
What the police knew was just the tip of the iceberg—they'd been fooled by Chloe!
The truth was, Chloe wasn't raped—she was willingly servicing her "bros" in that alley.
When my dad rushed to help, Chloe was annoyed he'd ruined their fun and urged the men to beat him!
Afterward, Chloe used her connections to become a famous internet celebrity.
Her "bros" funded her persona, faked donations, and staged charity events for orphans.
I'd spent years and money gathering evidence of this.
But witnesses were too scared to testify.
The only way to expose Chloe was to make her confess herself.
After a long silence, the officer demanded, "Lily, don't you want to cooperate? Don't you want a chance to live?"
I smiled, "My parents are waiting for me downstairs. I just want execution—the sooner, the better."
The officer snapped, "Would you really kill a three-year-old?!"
I said, "I might spare him—under one request."
"What request?"
"Chloe must confess her crimes—on camera!"
"What I've said is just the surface."
"I want Chloe—the perpetrator—to tear off her mask and reveal the blood debts her family buried!"
Seeing a chance, police contacted the hospital and brought Chloe to the station.
In the interrogation room, we faced each other.
In a wheelchair, her eyes bloodshot, she glared at me with pure hatred.
If not for her recent surgery, I'm sure she'd have lunged to strangle me.
Her rage thrilled me—I couldn't help but smile.
"Chloe, you laughed when you destroyed my family."
"Why aren't you laughing now?"
Chloe grabbed the microphone, screaming hysterically, "Don't believe this murderer! She's lying about everything!"
"Her real target is my son!"
