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Soon, the glass window outside the interrogation room was lined with cameras of all sizes.
Various streaming platforms and even television stations began broadcasting my interrogation live.
A group of reporters fired sharp questions at me.
"The elderly Davises were so kind—why did you kill them?"
"Lily Anderson, are you mentally ill, or were you just born evil?"
"You killed people and live-streamed it—are you that twisted?"
...
The crowd's words were harsh and piercing, but instead of anger, I felt exhilarated!
Three years ago, the Davis family had spent a fortune to suppress the media storm. Now, under public outrage, the truth would finally break through the surface!
I had waited three long years for this moment!
It took me a long time to calm my excitement before I slowly began recounting what had happened back then.
Three years ago, I was admitted to a top provincial university with a full scholarship thanks to my outstanding grades.
During the summer after graduation, my best friend, Chloe Davis, and I took part-time jobs at a local karaoke bar.
I worked in the kitchen, moving beer kegs and cutting fruit, while she was a waitress at the front.
Back then, Chloe was my closest friend—we were practically inseparable…
As I spoke, the live chat was flooded with hate.
Viewers called me a monster for harming someone as good as Chloe and her parents!
Curses and wishes for my death filled the screen.
They were right—I should have died long ago.
Three years ago, on the night my parents died, I had already died inside.
The person living now, Lily Anderson, is a vengeful ghost wandering the earth, with only one goal—to drag the Davis family down to hell with me!
I ignored the hateful comments and continued calmly.
One night, my dad came to pick me up after work on his electric scooter, as usual.
He saw Chloe in the alley behind the bar, being dragged into a corner by seven or eight men. Her clothes were torn and scattered everywhere..
By the time my dad saw her, she was already half-conscious from the assault, her eyes rolled back in her head.
My dad shouted, "Stop!" and rushed in to save her.
The drunk men retrieved metal baseball bats from their luxury car's trunk. They surrounded my father and beat him mercilessly.
After my shift, I found my dad lying in a pool of blood near the back door and immediately called an ambulance.
But it was too late.
My dad survived, but he was paralyzed from the waist down and needed medication for life.
My mom sold everything we had and borrowed from every relative and friend just to cover the surgery costs.
The ongoing monthly medical bills of over ten thousand dollars were beyond what we could afford.
To get justice for my dad and secure compensation, I reached out to Chloe, hoping she would testify against the perpetrators.
But Chloe refused to press charges and wanted to drop the matter.
I couldn't understand it. Those rich bastards had not only assaulted Chloe but also crippled my dad.
As a victim, why would she stay silent?
Helpless, I begged Chloe repeatedly to testify in court.
After my persistent pleading, Chloe finally agreed to testify. But her testimony was a lie.
In court, she brazenly claimed she had never been assaulted and never saw my father get beaten.
With Chloe's help, those rich scumbags walked free.
Our family was fined thirty thousand dollars for "disturbing the peace."
After the court's ruling, we couldn't even afford rent—the three of us had to sleep under a bridge.
Without money for medication, my dad would die!
One day, during a heavy rain, my mom and I took turns carrying my paralyzed dad, soaked and kneeling outside Chloe's family's doorstep.
All three of us knelt and kowtowed, begging Chloe to have mercy and give us a way to survive!
Chloe stood at the door, looking down at us with contempt.
"Serves you right for meddling."
