"Dying isn't so bad, at least I get to see Nigel now..." Sarah used up all her last strength and grabbed Anthony's hand. "Let me pay for the mistakes I made, don't...don't hurt Anne..." "Mom!" Anne got out of the car and ran over there. After Sarah said the last word, she swallowed her breath, let go of Anthony's hand, and fell to the ground. "Mom!" Anne ran over and looked at Sarah, who was lying on the ground with her eyes closed. Her legs softened, and she knelt in front of her. "Mom, I'm here. Mom, talk to me. We will take you to the hospital. Mom, talk, Anthony. Why isn't she talking? Why..." A police officer standing not far behind said, "She lost too much blood and passed away..." Before he finished speaking, he was so frightened by Anthony's dark expression that he choked up, lowered his head, and took a few steps back. Anne lost control of her emotions. "Who said that? No, it's impossible, my mother won't die, Mom, look at me. I'm Anne. Talk to me. I don't believe
She could not believe that the person in front of her was her mother. Her mother was fine two days ago, how could it be... "Arghhhhhhh!" Anne yelled uncontrollably, holding her head. Anthony covered Sarah's face with a white cloth, hugged her to prevent her from seeing, and took her out. As soon as they went out, the police came over and said, "Mr. Marwood, the security guard called to say that he saw someone approaching the deceased." Anthony looked coldly. "Why didn't you say that before?" "Because he didn't know that this would happen." "Bring him here!" No one expected the person brought here to be Ron. When Anthony saw him, his black eyes suddenly narrowed. Anne, who was sitting on the chair next to her, stood up, stunned, as she looked at Ron coming over. How could it be Ron... When Ron saw Anthony, his expression was unnatural. "What is your name? What is your relation to the victim? Yesterday morning, did you see her in the cemetery?" asked the police
"I don't want to have anything to do with her. I was walking around the cemetery in the morning when I had nothing to do, and I saw her. I saw her wallowing in her sorrow because of an ex, so I got angry and mocked her a few times. We argued because... I kicked her wine glass over, and she came up and scratched me..." Ron's expression was dark. Ron pulled up his sleeves, revealing the marks on his arm. "Then?" "She kept pestering me and hitting me. I pushed her to the ground and ran away," Ron said. "Did you see anyone else, then?" asked the policeman. "No, I was very angry at the time, so I left..." Ron stopped talking all of a sudden. "Have you recalled something?" asked the policeman. Anthony's voice was dark. "You'd better tell me everything you know, or I won't spare you!" "When I left, I saw someone visiting the grave," Ron recalled. "Who?" "It was a little far away, so I couldn't see her clearly, but it was definitely a woman, wearing a black dress, sunglasse
The first time was her aunt, who was also killed, and the murderer was still on the run. She could not believe that her mother was gone too. They had just been separated for one day, and now they could no longer see each other. Why had God treated her like this? Why must it be her who lost her dad and now her mom? The housekeeper came over and looked at her. "Miss, what is that?" "My mother's ashes." "What..." The housekeeper was startled, doubting whether her words were true. Seeing that Anne was looking depressed, she had to believe her. That was unexpected news. "Where is the aglio olio cooked by my mother? I'm hungry." "What aglio olio? I didn't see any," the nanny said. "That morning, she said she made some aglio olio for me, and I hurried out without eating..." tears welled up in Anne's eyes. She felt as if her heart was bleeding. Why did she not eat the aglio olio made by her mother? She would not be able to eat it anymore... "Well, even if we do manag
Anthony's tall figure approached, looking down at her. "How long are you going to lie down like this?" "This is a place you hate. Why are you here?" Anne asked angrily. Anthony sat down beside her, and his eyes fell on the urn on the coffee table. "What do you want to eat?" "I just want you to leave." Anne did not want to see him. Anthony got up, and instead of going out, he went to the kitchen, took out some food, and placed it next to the urn. He forcibly pulled Anne up. "Go away!" Anne struggled. Anthony pressed her against the backrest, approaching her coldly. "I want you to eat!" Anne's breathing was weak, as she had not eaten all day. "Anthony, it was you who killed my mother. It was you! You always thought it was my mother who killed your mother. Now that she's dead, you must be happy, aren't you? Can you stop bothering me?" Her tears rolled down. Anthony's face tensed, and he said, "That's impossible!" He sat down, took the bowl on the coffee table, and fe
Anne met him at a coffee shop not far from Pinnacle Academy. It was close to some public schools. Before she arrived, Lucas was already there. After all, he lived closer to the coffee shop. Lucas chose the spot close to the window, and she could see the scenery outside, which would probably make her feel better. Lucas was very thoughtful. Lucas was stunned when he saw Anne. After sitting down, Anne asked, "Is my face ugly? Do I look like a vampire?" "Ms. Vallois... are you okay?" Lucas asked. The last time they met, Anne was not like this. Anne was already restraining her emotions, but tears welled up in her eyes, and her eyes stung as if there was acid in them. She calmed down and said, "My mother was thrown into the mountains not far from my father's cemetery. By the time I found her, it was already too late." Lucas was shocked, and he did not expect this to happen. His heart felt heavy. "Anne, my condolences..." "Of course, I still have to find the murderer."
"Where did you go shopping?" Leta thought that was a strange question and asked casually, "You also want to go shopping? I usually go to Dingleton Street, the clothes there are cheap but pretty. Several of my colleagues like to buy clothes there." "I know, I've been there before." Hearing what she said, Leta got excited and started talking about clothes and the stores she frequented. Anne listened silently. Leta did not look like a murderer to her. Was Leta faking it? According to what Leta said, Anne could just take a look at the surveillance footage. If what Leta said was true, Leta would have an alibi, and her mother's death would have nothing to do with her. Since Leta had to go to class, she left after drinking a cup of coffee. Anne looked at the time. "I need to go back." "I'll walk you there." "No, I want to take a walk by myself." Knowing that she was in a bad mood, Lucas did not insist. "Call me if you need anything. I'll be there anytime." Anne nodded
"What are you doing?" Anne was startled. "You'll know later!" No matter how Anne struggled, her strength was no use against Anthony. Entering the room, she was thrown directly on the bed. "Ah!" Anne was stunned, looking at Anthony, who was approaching her, exuding danger and hostility, and realized what he was going to do. She trembled with fright. "Anthony, how dare you..." Anthony did not say much as he rushed over. "Ah! Anthony... argh!" Anne's screams were blocked by his lips. She could not believe that Anthony would do this to her! Her mother's murderer was not found! Why was he so cruel? No matter how much she struggled and how much she cried, Anthony would not stop. "No...don't do this to me, Mom..." Anne cried bitterly, tears and sweat streaming down her face. Anthony did not let her go. After he finished, Anthony left without looking back. Anne was lying on the bed. The corners of her closed eyes were full of tears. She hated it when he did that..