I Took Revenge For My Dead Daughter

I twirled the autopsy scalpel in my hand as I approached Valarie.

“I’ve told you, Mavis did not take her own life!

“Mr. Elkin, I’ve given you the opportunity. Whether or not your daughter stays in one piece falls to you. After all, this could get very messy, very fast.”

I would always remember Davin’s dismissive attitude when my seventh appeal was rejected.

I screamed frantically, “This evidence was found on Mavis herself! It’s more than enough to prove a crime was committed! Seven times! I did the autopsy myself seven times. If this isn’t enough, what other evidence would possibly satisfy you?!”

Davin merely glanced at me calmly. He said in a cold and ruthless tone, “Ms. Lance, given your mother-daughter relationship with Mavis, the materials you’ve provided may have been intentionally fabricated. They are insufficient to serve as evidence of deliberate harm.”

His words made it perfectly clear that no matter how many times I appealed, it would be useless.

Even my own lawyer shook his head helplessly at me and said, “Ms. Lance, just accept it.”

Accept it?

How could I? Every time I thought of Mavis’ face, I just could not accept it.

When they watched me move in to make a cut, everyone in the room drew sharp, horrified breaths.

Portia’s legs gave way. She dropped to her knees and begged me. “Please... don’t hurt my child.”

Then, she turned to Davin, shoving him and urging him to act fast. “Get them to release the evidence now, or Valarie will die!”

Davin frowned. He took a deep breath and said, “Ms. Lance, how many times do I have to say it? Mavis killed herself—”

Before he could finish, I had already severed one of Valarie’s ears. Blood streamed from the cut.

Though drugged unconscious, Valarie’s body jolted violently from the pain.

I spoke coldly, “That leaves six more chances.”

Seeing that I was serious, everyone panicked.

Portia nearly fainted from terror. She screamed hysterically, “You maniac! Don’t you touch my child! She’s innocent!”

Davin looked frantic. His eyes were already welling up with tears as he hurriedly called his superiors at the prosecutor’s office.

The police scrambled to locate my position.

Unfortunately for them, they could not find me.

I had used an account registered with an overseas ID. They would not trace my location for a while.

During the wait, the barrage of comments was filled with hate.

[She’s pure evil. She deserves to go to hell!]

[Why isn’t she dead already?]

[What are the police even doing? Arrest this psychopath now!]

...

Countless netizens wished me a terrible death, but I did not care.

I would do anything to clear Mavis’ name.

Moreover, they did not know my secret.

I ignored them. After ten minutes, Davin publicly presented the evidence they had gathered in the live stream.

I barely glanced at it before turning around and cutting off Valarie’s thumb.

“You have five chances left.”