Chapter 10
George stepped forward, but my father grabbed his part leg before he could speak
“Captain Zachary, this is fake. This isn’t my daughter, right? A glimmer of hope appeared in my father’s eyes, making him look like a father worried for his daughter.
However, George kicked my father aside, took out a pair of handcuffs behind him, and cuffed my father
“Mr. Xavier, your former butler reported you to the police for murder and hiding a body. We have surveillance footage as evidence,” George explained and shook his phone. “Unfortunately, this is your daughter.”
“No way! It can’t be! My daughter isn’t dead, No way! She must’ve gone on holiday. She used a fake corpse to trick me!” My father struggled fiercely even though he was cuffed. His eyes filled with despa
I stood silently at the side, watching his frantic state. Was he afraid of going to jail for murder and loving everything after those handcuffs went on? Or was he panicking because he knew that I was truly gone and would never return?
“Mr. Xavier, I’ve seen hundreds, if not thousands, of bodies. I know what’s real and what’s not. Save whatever you have to say for the police station.”
The police officers dragged him outside, but he broke free from them. He rushed to my corpse and tried to pick me up.
“No, my body is already decayed enough. Do you want to make it worse? Can’t I die with some dignity?! tried to stop him as I stood beside him.
When the police took him away, he cried as he shouted, “Blake, I’m sorry. Come back. I’m really sorry!” Even in prison, he continued muttering, saying that his daughter was not dead.
The young police officer was somewhat disdainful. “He was so decisive when he killed her, and now, he’s regretting it. Why is he pretending? If you kill someone, you must pay with your life.”
The autopsy results came out quickly, confirming through DNA that the corpse was indeed me.
George told my father the news. “Even if someone can fake a corpse, they can’t fake the DNA. Face the truth–Blake Xavier is dead. You killed her.”
My father faltered before falling to the ground as if all his energy was drained.
“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to kill her. I just wanted to teach her a lesson. Why didn’t she ask for help?”
George took out another report. “Do you think she didn’t call for help? You gagged her. How was she supposed to call for help? There’s a big hole in her forehead, and even her skull was fractured when it’s so hard. She kept smashing her head against the trunk to get help. Do you get what I’m saying now?”
My father closed his eyes as tears slid down his face. He stood up. “Yes, you’re right. I killed Blake. Til ask the court to sentence me to death.”
“A death sentence isn’t yours to decide. The law will decide,” George replied and left.
There was one last problem–my phone’s whereabouts. I could still text my father after I died, so
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someone must have taken my phone.
The police quickly targeted Rosie.
In the interrogation room, she initially refused to admit to taking my phone until the police found it in her toilet tank. The evidence was conclusive, so she had no choice but to admit it.
The police immediately linked her to the car accident, to which she also admitted.
Queenie came to see her with a lawyer, still unaware that her daughter had caused her fetal son’s death.
She finally learned the truth after hearing the police’s explanation. “Why? That was your brother! What will you gain from killing him?”
Rosie laughed insanely. “What brother? Isn’t it good to have just me? I finally got rid of Blake, and the Xavier family was ours for the taking. Why did you have to have another child to compete with me for the fortune?”
Her ambitions had never been limited to just a car and a house. Rosie wanted the entire Xavier family.
Queenie never expected Rosie to be so vicious. She had wanted to get Rosie out of jail, but now, she had given up on that idea.
Rosie only received a three–year sentence for hitting Queenie with a car. My father killed me, so the only thing waiting for him was death.
I went to
the trial as well. I sat at the judge’s table, directly facing my father. He had lost a lot of weight and had graying hair. He had no objections to the death sentence and accepted it calmly.
After everything was over, I felt like I had lost my
purpose and had no idea what to do.
I returned to the villa, where Queenie had already left after being driven away by my maternal family. She did not take a penny with her.
I lay down on my bed, feeling my soul grow lighter. Suddenly, someone seemed to appear beside me. I turned my head to see my mother. She opened her arms to me, and I lunged over to hug her.
My body grew lighter and lighter as I passed through the room and the clouds. I would be with my mother forever.
