My Daughter Is Dead, But My Husband Asks Me to Apologize to the Murderer

I didn't press him further, nor did I dare to ask Nina directly.

I knew how sensitive girls her age were.

I decided to check the security footage from a few days ago. The more I watched, the more enraged I became. My blood ran cold, and fury surged within me.

In the footage, I saw a seemingly polite boy entering my home.

I didn't recognize him, but it was obvious that Liam did.

Because Liam had brought him in.

Liam warmly welcomed the boy into our house, and after giving Nina a few instructions, he left.

I heard him say.

"Nina, this is your brother Alex."

After Liam left, Alex kept trying to get close to Nina.

Before long, he pulled her into a room and shut the door.

I could hear my daughter crying.

She shouted loudly for her father.

I even heard banging against the door.

But no matter how much she screamed, no one came to help her.

Because Liam wasn't home.

I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms. My eyes reddened as I kept watching that door.

Filthy scum. I wanted to find him. I wanted to kill him.

But I had to keep watching. First, I had to find out exactly who he was.

The next day, Alex didn't come alone. He brought a woman with him.

In an instant, I understood everything.

That woman was none other than Liam's ex-girlfriend, Maya.

So Alex was Maya's son. No wonder Liam treated him so well and brought him into our home.

Nina locked herself in her room, refusing to come out. Alex deliberately taunted her through the door, saying.

"Uncle, do you think she doesn't like me? She won't even come out."

Liam kicked open Nina's door and yanked her by the hair.

"How could you be so rude? A guest comes over, and you don't even come out to greet him. You've been completely ruined by your classless mother."

Laughing and chatting with Maya, Liam left, while Alex pushed Nina back into the room.

Once again, I heard her helpless screams and cries.