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On the screen, aside from those who sympathized with me and praised my actions, the rest were hurling the vilest insults at Chloe!
The crowd outside grew restless, with many people trying to charge in and attack Chloe!
The police immediately reinforcements to maintain order and prevent Chloe from being harmed.
Chloe, now exposed and disgraced, was completely terrified. She clutched at an officer's sleeve, pleading, "You… you have to protect me!"
"Otherwise, those people outside will really kill me!"
Chloe had enough self-awareness to know how much the crowd hated her.
The officer shook off her grip, angrily saying, "They won't need to kill you—the law will deal with you soon enough!"
The officer holding an umbrella for Chloe withdrew it.
The sky thundered, and rain poured down, but I remained completely dry.
I looked up and saw an officer holding an umbrella over me.
I watched as Chloe, who was soaked throuth from the rain, and asked coldly, "Do you regret it?"
Chloe cried until she was hoarse, pounding her lifeless legs in frustration, rasping, "If I had known it would come to this, I should've given you the compensation money."
"Even just a tenth of it would've prevented all this…"
Chloe was beyond redemption.
From start to finish, she showed no remorse—even at death's door, she was still fixated on money.
After Chloe's confession, I kept my word and revealed the child's location.
I had used a fake identity to place the boy in a daycare near the city.
The placement would last at most five days. After that, even without the police searching, his identity would be exposed.
Earlier, when Chloe mobilized the entire city and the police to search, they focused on remote mountains, abandoned wells, and derelict buildings.
They never found the boy because they never considered that I never intended to harm him.
Chloe soon faced the court's judgment.
Bankrupt, disgraced, and paralyzed, even survival would be a punishment for her.
In court, Chloe pleaded guilty to all charges, wishing for death.
But since she hadn't directly participated in the murders, her crimes were limited to financial fraud and perjury, resulting in a life sentence.
Chloe lost custody of her son, and the three-year-old boy was sent to an orphanage.
Everyone involved had received their due punishment. I believed my parents could finally rest in peace.
After all this, I had no more attachments and was ready to face death.
But to my surprise, the death sentence I expected never came.
Due to extensive media coverage, public opinion shifted overwhelmingly in my favor, calling for reduced or suspended sentencing.
Some argued that I had mental health issues and should be sent to a psychiatric facility instead of prison.
The police immediately sent me to a hospital for a thorough evaluation.
Even I hadn't realized that the trauma of my parents' deaths and three years of repressed vengeance had taken a toll on my mental health.
I was diagnosed with depression, mania, and mild schizophrenia.
Although my crimes were severe, my mental condition meant I still had to stand trial.
The public donated funds and hired me the best lawyer.
My final sentence was twenty years in prison for intentional homicide.
But due to my cooperation during arrest, major contributions to solving the case, and mental health considerations, my sentence was reduced to just two years.
These two years would be spent in a psychiatric facility, receiving treatment while serving my sentence.
Two short years later, my condition had improved, and my sentence was complete.
Stepping out of the hospital, I took a deep breath of fresh air, savoring the feeling of rebirth.
Chloe, paralyzed and serving a life sentence in prison, would spend her remaining years reflecting on the suffering she had caused.
