After My Daughter’s Death, My Lawyer Husband Defends the Murderer

Her husband was a top lawyer, but for the sake of his first love, he unknowingly let his daughter get hung under a car and dragged to death miserably.

Her husband strictly upheld the law, defended the murderer, and argued for her as reasonably as he could.

But he didn't know that the deceased was his daughter.

What's more, he didn't know that his daughter went out that night to buy a birthday gift for him.

On a business trip, I read such a piece of news from two days ago.

"A truck trucker dragged someone along the highway for a hundred kilometers before passers-by stepped in."

"When the victim was found, she was covered in wounds and was badly mutilated. The edges and corners of her face had been flattened. The only thing that could be told was that she was a woman. It was said that the truck driver was suspected of drunk driving."

"What a beast!"

I couldn't help but feel sorry for the victim. Then, I received a call from the police.

"Ms. Lawrence, I'm sorry to inform you that the victim of the highway accident was confirmed to be your daughter after DNA comparison two days ago. You need to come to us and claim the body."

As soon as I heard that, my mind went blank.

My only thought was that it was impossible!

I flew to the morgue of the police station overnight and saw a lump of flesh. It wasn't a human being's corpse at all.

The air was filled with a burst of foul smell.

I couldn't connect the thing in front of me with my sensible and beautiful daughter. Then the police handed me the autopsy report.

"Dora Hill" on the name board made my vision darken. I almost fainted to the ground.

The policeman next to me quickly held me up.

My eyes were dull, and I could not even shed tears. Fearing that I was on the verge of a mental breakdown, he spoke gently.

"You're the only emergency contact your daughter has, so we contacted you as soon as possible. You'd better contact your husband. It's better for you two to face such a thing together than to face it alone by yourself."

I nodded numbly and took out my cell phone, but I couldn't stop my hands from trembling. I struggled to make a call.

After the call was connected, the surroundings over there were very quiet. Faint sounds of a woman's cry could be heard.

I recognized that it was Kate Hill's voice. Then, John Smith said impatiently, "Anne Lawrence, something happened to Kate. She's very sad. I'm very busy now, and I have no time to quarrel with you!"

"Dora is dead," I said in a frighteningly calm voice.

After a moment of silence, John on the other end of the line suddenly said angrily, "Anne, that's enough! It's fine that you misunderstood Kate and me. You quarreled with me every day, but now you're cursing Dora to death. Can you be any more vicious? Don't be unreasonable!"

"Dora is really dead."

I emphasized again, my voice trembling.

"Then go to hell! You two are the same! You're so pretentious when something serious happens. If she's dead, you should go to hell too! Don't bother me anymore!"

After that, he hung up the phone.

I no longer had any expectations for John, and now I was thoroughly disappointed.

He thought that I would curse my beloved daughter in this world in order to keep him by my side.

After living together for 18 years, he didn't even know what kind of person I was.

In the past, he would occasionally ask about my well-being. However, ever since he met Kate, his first love, again, he no longer cared about me and Dora.

Just like what he had thought, Dora, Dora, had just lost her life, but his love, Kate, was crying.

After staring blankly at Dora's body for a long time, I asked, "Where's the murderer?"

At this time, a man's voice came from outside. "I'm very unlucky! It's dark, and I'm on the highway. I didn't see any figure at all. How could I know that she was hung under my car?"

As soon as I heard this, my whole body trembled. I bounced out. I rushed to the man and grabbed his collar, venting my feelings out in an instant.

"You killed Dora! You beast! You beast!"

My eyes were bloodshot as I complained in a heart-wrenching voice. I kicked the man with my hands and feet, wishing I could cut him into pieces.

He screamed as I beat him up. In the chaos, the police pulled me away.

"Ms. Lawrence, please calm down."

"How can I calm down? This bastard got drunk and killed Dora! He's the murderer! I don't accept mediation! I want him to pay with his life!"

"You misunderstood." The policeman sighed, adding, "You were misled by the words of the vicious media."

"We conducted an alcohol test on him upon receiving the call. The preliminary result showed that he was drunk driving. After further investigation, we found that the result was not accurate. He ate egg yolk, which led to the wrong test result."

"He didn't dunk-drive?"

I stared in shock at the man squatting on the ground with his head in his hands.

...

His clothes were plain and shabby. His pants, which had many patches, were washed white.

He shook his head dejectedly.

"I didn't! I really didn't see it! It was so dark, and I was on the highway at that time. How could I know that there was a person lying on the ground?"

"What do you mean? Dora went on vacation to Ponset Resort. Why would she lie on the highway?"

"Ms. Lawrence, it is a little complicated to judge who should be responsible for this accident. Your daughter has been crushed many times before she was dragged along the highway."

Hearing so, I was dealt with a fatal blow. My body swayed, and I supported myself against the wall to prevent myself from falling. I gritted my teeth and said, "Officer, I request you to check the surveillance footage of the scene where the accident took place."

The policeman hesitated for a moment before saying with a nod, "Okay, but you have to be mentally prepared."

In the surveillance video, I saw that Dora was first dragged to the highway by a small car. Then she was thrown into the middle of the highway with her clothes torn.

I asked, "Can you zoom in on the driver's seat of this car?"

...

"Sure."

The police took action and zoomed in on the scene. I saw a familiar person.

"Kate?"

"How could it be her?"

I recalled the sounds of faint cry I heard over the call just now. Then I was hopeless.

At the same time, Dora's body was enlarged. I saw at a glance that she was holding something tightly in her hands.

It was a pen.

My eyes quivered, and tears streamed down my cheeks.

"What a silly child."