Dad Says Sorry to Me

Chelsea looked at everyone with teary eyes and said in a soft voice, "I... I didn't mean to. I don't know how to defend myself. I can only..."

Tears streamed down her face as she spoke, and she ran towards the balcony.

"I am the sinner of all this. I might as well die to use my life to atone for Rosa..."

After saying that, she managed to climb up, faced everyone, and acted as if she was going to fall backward.

The people present reacted quickly and rushed forward to pull her back. I had to admire her. She was so scheming.

She threatened everyone with her life.

Even if the people around didn't react, she gave them enough time to do so. What was more, we were on the second floor, and there was a lawn below.

Her life wouldn't be at risk at all!

Dad held her in his arms, distressed. "Chelsea, you don't have to do anything. You're perfect. She doesn't deserve you to atone for her. You didn't do anything wrong."

Chelsea cried even more sadly, her voice softer, "But Dad, it's my fault. I should die. If it weren't for me, Rosa wouldn't have been angry with you."

Dad shook his head. "When I decided to bring you home, I made up my mind that I would take care of you. I will protect you from whoever wants to blame you. I will stand in front of you."

After speaking, he looked up at Arnold.

"I know you always like that damn girl. Did she ask you to speak for her? Is she trying to sow discord between me and Chelsea? I'm right about her! She is malicious and knows that Chelsea is simple-minded and can't withstand such criticism. Is she trying to force Chelsea to death?"

My father's questioning voice was deafening!

Arnold looked angry.

But Dad didn't give him a chance to speak. Dad looked around at everyone and said fiercely, "From now on, I don't wanna hear this again. Anyone who brings this up again will be forcing Chelsea to death."

I wasn't surprised to hear him say so.

After all, in his eyes, I was almost the most vicious person in the world.

But as I looked at Chelsea, who was such a phony, I couldn't help but feel a little nauseous.

Those who didn't know the truth would think she had suffered a great grievance.

But she tricked me into going down to the basement the other day, telling me that Dad had fainted in there, and asked me to bring him medicine. Back then, the look on her face was totally different.

She let him tie me up and torture me to death. She picked up the dagger with a smirk on her face.

She wasn't pitiful at all.

To be honest, I didn't want to stay here and see how much Dad and Chelsea cared about each other.

But there was an invisible force that tied my soul to my father, and my range of movement was even limited.

It seemed like I couldn't escape when I was alive, and now that I was dead, I still couldn't be liberated.

In the conference room, Dad and a group of police officers sat down under the leadership of the chief of police and began to conduct a comprehensive analysis of the case.

The case was very tragic, and the onlookers had already filmed videos, which had been spread to a small extent. Although the case was temporarily under control, given the existence of words like torture, massacre, and young girls, it was only a matter of time before it got out. The higher-ups attached great importance to this.

The sub-bureau was requested to cooperate with the special task force experts to get to the bottom of it as soon as possible.

They were asked to give the public an explanation.

Experts were still on their way, but thanks to the video conferencing, after hours of discussion, combined with the current situation, and looking at the past files, they had initially ruled out the possibility of serial homicide.

Due to the damage to the surveillance cameras on the section where the incident occurred, only blurry footage of me entering the basement was captured.

"The victim was attacked by surprise, and there was no sign of a struggle. And through the victim's back in the surveillance footage, we can determine that the victim went there defenselessly. We are thinking that she knew the murderer."

"Agreed. The most important thing now is to confirm the identity of the victim as soon as possible. Our colleagues in the forensic department are working overtime to conduct DNA testing, and once the results are obtained, we will immediately compare them with the records of the recently missing persons."

"Yes. As long as we know who the victim is, we can carry out a series of investigation methods. Otherwise, it's too difficult. After all, we don't have enough surveillance footage."

Dad could only work overtime with everyone else to discuss.

But for now, they could only wait for the DNA results and the police officers who went door-to-door at the crime scene to come back. Currently, the main discussion was still on how to minimize the impact.

Dad was worried that Chelsea would commit suicide or go extreme again, so he kept her by his side and took care of her carefully.

Chelsea was very well-behaved. She fell asleep on the sofa in the meeting room.

She looked sweet and obedient.

Arnold looked at his phone for a while, and then he looked at the silhouette in the surveillance on the screen and murmured.

"It looks like ... Rosa a bit..."

He finally couldn't hold back and tentatively asked my father, "Where's Rosa? She hasn't asked me about you for several days. She used to ask about your health and if you were tired from work every day."