Chapter 2

Mom submitted the autopsy report and went to the school, which was now sealed off by layers of police tape, and also the scene of the crime.

This was a huge incident. The higher-ups took it very seriously and formed a special task force to investigate.

They flipped through the files, completely overwhelmed.

SKY High School was a top school, and the inspection team had used the most advanced equipment.

The problem was that the equipment detected something on the plastic track. Mixed in with the concrete used to pour the track, there seemed to be human body parts.

To avoid alarming the students, they didn’t confirm it right away.

They only quietly gathered the list of people who had recently gone missing and started the first round of screening.

But none of the missing persons matched the autopsy report.

The officers were so angry they slapped their thighs.

“It’s been hidden in there for two months, and the family never even reported it? Was she an orphan or something?”

“Otherwise, how do you explain that none of the missing people from this period match her?”

After a lot of trouble, they finally dug up a suspect.

It was Jennifer, the daughter of the station’s forensic expert, Samantha.

When Mom faced the officers who came to ask questions, she frowned.

“My own daughter, how could I not know her? She’s the older sister. She got jealous of Sarah and just threw a tantrum and ran off. What do you mean missing?”

“That’s a threat! She was dying for me and Sarah to die. How could she possibly be dead!”

As she spoke, her eyes moved toward the group of people under the track.

They were working in full gear, desperately digging through the concrete, and the excavated concrete had already piled up into a small mountain.

She pulled the autopsy report out of her pocket.

“The deceased is estimated to be between seventeen and twenty-one years old, and suffered a lot of inhuman abuse before death.”

“There are multiple burn injuries, a broken leg, and three knife wounds all over the body, one of which was fatal.”

“The face was deliberately destroyed, making identification impossible.”

“All the fingers were chopped into tiny pieces, making fingerprint analysis difficult.”

“But the remains are incomplete. There may be some fingerprints stuck to them, and we’re still sending people to look.”

“DNA testing has also been submitted. We should have results within two days.”

What they were digging up below was the other possible body parts.

Mom held the autopsy report and looked at the officer, hatred flashing in her eyes.

“Jennifer was nothing but trouble. The only person she ever bullied was others. When has anyone ever bullied her? If you say the killer was her, that would actually make some sense.”

Seeing that the officers didn’t believe her, she even took out the chat history on her phone.

“I’m the one who gave birth to her and raised her, but look at how she treats me?”

“She sends one message on the phone saying she won’t come home and thinks that’s enough to brush me off?”

“What a little bitch who can’t be tamed. Just thinking about her makes me sick for three days.”

I was shocked beyond belief.

I was already dead. How could I still send Mom messages?

But when I leaned in to look, those messages really were sent from my account.

Then I remembered the phone I had clutched tightly in my hand right before I died being snatched away brutally.

I had tried with all my strength to snatch it back, but then my leg was kicked hard and broken.

The bone snapped, and I collapsed to the ground in pain.

Crying, I begged Mom for help over the phone. “Mom, help me. Please help me. I’m going to die!”

But Mom just yelled at me impatiently, “I’m praying with Sarah for her final exam. If you want to die, then go die. You’re such bad luck!”

What came next was intense pain and a wash of blood.

Mom put on her coat and answered a call with a smile.

“Sarah’s waiting for me at home? I’ll be back right away. I’ll bring you your favorite spaghetti. Wait for me, okay?”

She turned around, and her gaze met my weak form floating in the air. It was full of cold indifference.

“Jennifer only knows how to cause me trouble. She even ran away from home. If it weren’t for Sarah, I would’ve been driven to death by her long ago!”

“Don’t ask me about Jennifer anymore. I don’t have a daughter like that, cold-blooded and heartless!”

“Just seeing her makes me feel blocked up inside. She’s so annoying. It’d be best if she died out there.”

“Don’t come home and get in the way. I don’t want Sarah upset!”

I clutched my chest and bent over in pain.

I had already endured the pain of being dismembered, but now this pain was many times worse than before.

Mom, I died as you wished.

Are you satisfied now?