The Potential of Love

I had been busy with David's funeral these days and couldn't spare my energy to deal with other things.

Since the cemetery was in short supply, I had to wait for several days.

Early in the morning, I held his bone ashes and prepared to bury him.

Unexpectedly, the moment I opened the door, someone shoved me to the ground.

The only thing on my mind was to protect David's bone ashes, and then I heard a crack as my arms hit the ground; my bone fractured.

Looking up, I saw Ethan and Olivia standing at the door, followed by a group of reporters and self-media with cameras.

They rushed in, shouting my father's name.

Ethan angrily kicked open every door and searched everywhere but found no trace of David. Then, he rushed to me and said condescendingly, "Violet, where's your father?"

I held the urn tightly in my arms, feeling a surge of hatred in my heart.

"It's too late for you to think of him now!" I said.

Ethan grabbed my collars with outrage.

"Where is he hiding? Call him out! If he thinks he can hide away and we will forgive his filthy deeds, he's terribly wrong! I'll definitely beat this old pervert myself!"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but have an ominous feeling in my heart. Nevertheless, what he said made me quiver in rage.

"How dare you say something like that to my father? How can you be so ungrateful after he had patronized you for so many years?!" I said.

I thought he had known what happened and came here to attend David's funeral because of remorse.

And the reality slapped my face; he was here to slander David and back Olivia up!

"What? You're afraid to hear me reveal how shameless that old pervert is?!"

David was a righteous man all his life and was always kind to others, winning everyone's praise and gratitude. Now that he was dead, Ethan, the person who took off mostly due to his help and married his daughter, accused him of such a disgusting curse.

I was furious and pointed at Ethan angrily. "Don't you, an adulterer, dare to slander my father!"

The people around me burst into laughter and looked at me as if I were a clown.

"Don't you even look at your phone, Ms. Robinson?" one of the onlookers said.

"Maybe she feels ashamed of what her father did, so she pretends to be confused." another man said.

Then, Ethan took out his phone with a disdainful look.

"Facts speak louder than words. Look at what that old pervert did! I don't even want to bring it up!"

It looked like a surveillance video on his phone.

In that video, a man secretly opened Olivia's door, lay on the ground, and looked at the bathroom through the cracks in the door.

After more than ten minutes, he stood up and tiptoed out, and then Olivia came out wrapped in a bath towel.

Judging from the figure of the man in the video, he did look similar to my dad, but no one could be sure since he covered his face with a black mask.

Olivia stepped forward with a fake, pitiful face and wept artificially, "Violet, it must be a misunderstanding, right? Maybe David came to my house to discuss something serious with me. Just tell him to come out and clarify everything, okay?"

Ethan held her in his arms to comfort her and stared at me angrily.

"It was not a misunderstanding but an old pervert peeping at a woman in the shower! You're too innocent and naive, Olivia. Just see what the netizens have discovered!" said he.

I quickly took out my cell phone. This video was all over the Internet, with thousands of comments under each video.

They dug up David's identity as a teacher and our family situation, and with a series of misleading comments, they nailed my dad to the pillar of shame.

Netizen A: [He's a teacher? Kiss my ass!]

Netizen B: [Such a scambag should die now! I suggest the police should look into what he did in the past, see if they can find the victims also being molested by him!]

Netizen C: [He must be a recidivist! I just saw the news that praised him for saving a drowning girl. Look at his hand! He actually put his hand around her butt!]

Netizen D: [Holy crap, it's real. Just look at where he put his hands. I think we should castrate him and let all his children being raped!]

Netizen E: [Why hasn't anyone revealed all his evil deeds these years? Is someone in the government protecting him?]

Among the numerous comments, one highly suggestive comment gained the most attention.

Netizen F: [I don't know whether someone in the government is backing him up, but this old bastard is goddamn rich that he can easily bring five million dollars from his bank account! How can an ordinary teacher earn so much money?]

In fact, the five million dollars were the money David had supported Ethan in starting up his business.

And indeed, David couldn't make such vast sums; it was all from Lydia, who saved it when she was a businesswoman.

Only David, Ethan, and I know the exact amount of this fund.

Never had I anticipated David's support for Ethan to become evidence to prove the crime he had never committed.

I looked up with resentment and anger.

"Ethan, you know my father very well, and without his help, you will still be a obscure boy in the orphanage instead of a hypocritical saint with decent clothes and fancy cars today!"

A trace of guilt flashed across his face.

Meanwhile, Olivia wiped the tears that actually didn't exist and wept.

"How I wish everything was just a misunderstanding, Violet! But in fact, your father has tailed me home several times, and yesterday, he actually broke into my house and peeped at me when I was showering! I don't even have the guts to go home now. I'm so scared..." said Olivia.

Hearing this, Ethan looked more stern. "Are you going to turn blind to the evidence? I'll definitely take that old pervert to the police today!"

Olivia was obviously lying. It had been several days since David's death, and he couldn't break into her house yesterday.

But Ethan didn't doubt her at all.

Over the years, David treated him as his own son, cared for him with all his heart, and was always worried that he would be tired.

And Ethan repaid his kindness with sleazy slander and cheating on his daughter.

I was more irritated when thinking of the message David left before his death that told me to communicate with him.

The funeral was about to start, and I didn't have time to argue with them and just wanted to leave.

Ethan took out his cell phone and called David directly.

Then, David's phone rang from the urn.