After Killing His Parents, I Put Him In A Mental Hospital

Hearing my name, Stephen's face darkened.

The police leaned close to his ear and whispered.

He frowned, his face filled with disgust towards me. "What favor?"

Seeing him loosen up, Grandma hurriedly said, "Please, Mr. Green, let me see Nana, can I?"

Stephen suddenly became furious. "It was her who sent you, right! That kind of woman, how is she worthy of mentioning Nana.!"

"It's been three years, and she is still so malicious! She even wants to use innocent victims. She is simply unworthy of being human!"

He thought that I had seen his interview video and learned that his legs had healed, and that he had escaped from the mental hospital and wanted to get even with me.

So deliberately using my grandma who found the body, to make trouble, play tricks, and force him to let me see Nana.

My grandma was so anxious that her eyes turned red. Her tone was almost pleading. "Please, give me a photo of Nana! Please..."

Stephen turned his face away, unmoved.

"Tell her to come and confess to me in person. I want her to kneel in front of my parents' memorial tablet and repent for her mistakes!"

My grandma was stunned for a moment and wiped away her tears.

"Betty... she can't come to see you, Mr. Green..."

Stephen coldly snorted, "Can't come? After what she did to me, I don't think she has the face to come!"

My grandma's face was haggard, her dry and cracked lips moved as she spoke, filled with pleas.

"Mr. Green, Betty... she has her reasons, please don't blame her..."

Stephen sneered, "Her reasons? Well! What kind of reason could make her betray the Green family and kill my parents!"

"And What kind of reason could make her lock me and Nana in a mental hospital, depriving us of our freedom for three whole years?"

My grandma clutched her chest in pain, trembling all over.

Stephen's voice was as cold as ice, "I wish she were dead! Even if she died a thousand times, it wouldn't make up for the harm she has done to our family!"

Upon hearing the word "dead", my grandma was stunned for a moment, tears streaming down her face as she stammered,

"My Betty... she's dead... she can never come back..."

"That corpse, it's her..."

Stephen suddenly froze, looking at her in disbelief.

After a while, a cold smile appeared on his face.

"Oh, what tricks is Betty Gordon playing now? After using a dead person, she's now pretending to be dead?"

"Tell her, it's better for her to really die. Otherwise, even if I dig three feet into the ground, I will dig her out and make her pay for what she has done!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

My grandma looked at his back, hunched over, her thin shoulders trembling violently, her voice filled with sorrow:

"Betty really had her reasons..."

My heart ached.

I wanted to reach out and hug my crying grandma, but my hands passed through her body.

It was only then that I realized, I was dead.

I can't do anything anymore...

The policewoman helped my grandma up. After a long time, she finally calmed down and told them about the abandoned garbage dump where I was discovered.

But it has been too long, and the killer had a strong anti-investigation awareness, leaving no clues at all.

My grandma was excluded from the suspicion of murder and corpse disposal, and was educated. She found the body and should protect the scene and immediately call the police, and then she was sent back home.