A Family Portrait Turns Us Into Murderer

"Besides, the Whittier Reform School was Zivanka's idea and she ran it herself. The teachers also know that she is Zivanka's niece, so they will definitely take good care of her ...."

I felt like I had been struck by lightning and suddenly looked up.

"What ... what did you say?"

"So it was Zivanka who founded that reform school?"

I suddenly understood why they targeted Brianna in just half a month and eventually tortured her to death.

Zivanka had never liked Brianna since she was born.

When she was three-years-old, I went out and left her at home for a while. But when I went back home, I found her covered in bruises.

Later, after checking the surveillance footage, I found out that it was Zivanka who abused her.

If the nanny had not discovered it in time, Brianna might have died by then.

Everything was clear now!

"So it's you, Zivanka!"

"You killed my daughter and I'm going to kill you!"

My eyes turned red and I completely lost my sanity. I grabbed the fruit knife next to me and stabbed her hard.

She hid behind Felix in panic. "Felix, save me, she is crazy!"

"That's enough, stop messing around!"

Felix clenched my wrist and took away the knife from my hand.

"Mirria, I don't care how you usually mess around, but if you dare to hurt her with just one finger, I will make you pay the price!"

I laughed in despair, tears streaming down my face and my eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Felix, you are the same with her, a murderer!"

"That reform school is a murder den. You two bastards killed Brianna ... I want to call the police, I want to call the police!"

His face changed when he heard these words and he coldly stopped me.

"If you want to target Zivanka, I'll tell you I won't let it happened, she's my life."

He seemed to remember something and frowned slightly.

"There were indeed cases of homicide in the reform school before, but that was not Zivanka's fault. It was the staff who failed to take proper safety precautions."

"I don't know where you got this information from, but I warn you not to threaten Zivanka with it and not to curse your daughter."

"If you dare to call the police, Mirria, I won't let you leave this door."

The man threatened me coldly.

I was about to rush out, but he had the bodyguards lock me up in the basement for a whole week and had the servant torture me inhumanly.

Every day he would pinch my chin and ask, "Do you still dare to target Zivanka?"

"I dare not."

After a week of torture, I looked haggard, but I laughed at myself.

"Felix, let's get a divorce."

Hearing me file for a divorce, he frowned and doubted me.

"What tricks are you trying to play?"

"I'm telling you, Brianna will be released in three months if she learns her lesson. If you dare to threaten Zivanka, I will send her abroad and you will never see her again."

"As for the divorce, Grandma doesn't want to hear it the most. Don't bring up such things again in the future."

After saying this, he left without looking back.

When the bodyguard released me, I passed by the guest bedroom and happened to hear his conversation with Zivanka inside.

"Felix, why don't you divorce her?"

She sat on the man's lap, leaning on his arms like a little bird.

"We don't have a blood relationship, so why don't you divorce her and marry me?"

He pondered for a while and comforted her with a smile.

"I've been thinking day and night, dreaming of marrying you, but as for Grandma ... I still need to do some homework."

"After all, you are the adopted daughter of the Pritchards. Grandma has always regarded you as her granddaughter. As long as I insist a little longer, she may agree."

I closed my eyes in despair, tears streaming down my face.

When I opened them again, they were only filled with killing intent.

Let them be proud for a while. I, Mirria Rainhart, will avenge Brianna even if it costs my life.

Three days later, I lied that I was going on a business trip, got rid of the bodyguards Felix sent to monitor me and went to the Whittier Reform School.

On the other place.

Felix, wearing a suit and tie, took Zivanka back to the Pritchard Family's villa.

As soon as he knelt down in front of his grandmother and proposed to marry Zivanka, his grandmother slapped him hard in anger.

"Felix, how could I raise a beast like you? You just killed your daughter and the cause of her death has not yet been determined. How dare you, as a father, marry someone else?"