Chapter 5
I only took that photograph with me. As I walked out of the room, Anton looked at me with confusion in his eyes.
Sarah said with disgust written all over her face, “What are you pretending to be the good guy for? Who are you putting on this act for?”
I ignored her. Before leaving, I wanted to give Anton a gift.
I told him, “No matter what your mother has told you, there are some truths you’d better see for yourself.”
I sent Anton the files I had already backed up.
A few seconds later, Anton’s previously calm expression gradually darkened, his face growing increasingly grim.
Sarah tried to lean over to look, but before she could get close, Anton slapped her to the ground.
That slap showed no mercy–her left cheek swelled up instantly.
Seeing Anton suddenly strike out, Elliot roared angrily, “Are you insane?”
Before he could finish speaking, Anton turned around and kicked him to the ground.
Sarah cried out in protest, “What’s gotten into you? Are you really going to beat your dad and me to death?”
Before she could lose her temper, Anton spoke coldly, “How exactly did Anna die?”
Seeing Anton’s darkened expression, Sarah was clearly panicked. “She was killed by that woman, of course. Anton, no matter what she showed you, it’s all fake. I’m your mother.”
“Fake? Then are these photos fake too?” Anton demanded.
He opened the files I had sent him, which contained two photos of Sarah and Elliot beating Anna with sticks.
Before leaving, I turned back to look at Diana. She had been looking smug earlier, but now she clearly couldn’t figure out what was happening.
I said, “Do you think his mother insists he marry you because you’re pretty? Your family must be pretty wealthy, right?”
With that, I left without looking back.
As soon as I reached downstairs, I heard Anton’s furious roar from upstairs: “I’m going to kill you!”
Immediately after, Sarah’s screams mixed with the sound of furniture being smashed came from upstairs.
I didn’t care how badly Sarah got beaten. I had simply given Anton what Anna had left for him–that was enough.
As for what would happen next, that was no longer my concern.
I moved back to my own home. Since no one had lived there for so long, the house was filled with a musty smell.
After a quick cleanup, I sat on the sofa and began sorting through Anna’s diary entries and photos from the watch.
Page after page of tiny handwriting came into view, and my tears began flowing uncontrollably.
[First day of school today. Grandma took me. On the way, she said I wasn’t allowed to get close to Mom…]
[Grandma hit me again. She said I should never have been
born…]
[I’m in so much pain. Grandma stuck needles into my body. I wanted to tell Mom, but Grandma said I couldn’t talk to Mom…]
[I had a fever today. Mom left me with Grandma. I didn’t want her to leave because Grandma would hit me again…]
[Grandma forced me to drink water from the toilet. She said Dad’s illness was my fault, that I needed to take on the family’s misfortune…]
[I want to die so badly, but Mom bought my favorite cake. She told me to be a good child. I’ve disappointed her.]
[I’m sorry, Mom. Grandma said she lost all of Dad’s money in her business venture, and it’s my fault. They want to get me a new mom… I don’t want a new one, but they hurt me so much when they hit me.]
Those few short pages were filled with Anna’s suffering.
And I had known nothing about it, thinking Anna had simply changed. If I hadn’t gotten this second chance, I might never have learned the truth in my entire lifetime.
Wiping away my tears, I called the police.
With the new evidence, the police quickly took action against Sarah and Elliot.
In less than a day, they were both arrested.
I heard that when the police arrived at Anton’s house, Elliot and Sarah were hanging from the balcony while Anton beat them, barely recognizable as human beings.
If they had arrived any later, those two probably would have been dead.
I felt no sympathy for them whatsoever. Later, I contacted a lawyer to ask whether these materials could serve as evidence.
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The lawyer said they could, but they weren’t strong enough.
The police also told me that to convict them, there had to be clear evidence proving they were the murderers, otherwise they could easily retract their confessions.
But now Anna was dead, and there was no other direct evidence to prove they were the killers.
Just then, Anton came to find me.
