Our daughter drew a family portrait, but Felix's adopted sister caught her. She had a depression attack on the spot and climbed onto the rooftop, threatening to jump off the building.

In a rage, Felix threw our daughter into a reform school for evil girls.

Our daughter cried until her voice was hoarse and I knelt on the ground and begged him not to send her to that kind of hellish place.

Felix gave a cold smile.

"If you make a mistake, you should accept your punishment. No wonder Brianna drew such a disgusting picture, which caused Zivanka to suffer from depression. It turns out you spoiled her too much!"

He insisted on throwing our daughter into the reform school and half a month later, news of her death came.

However, her father, Felix Pritchard, was busy lighting a sky lantern at the auction to buy the necklace his adopted sister loved.

I found a letter asking for help among Brianna’s belongings. I ran to question Felix, but he had just posted a message on his social media account.

[As long as Zivanka likes it, even if it's the moon in the sky, I will pick it for her.]

Later, the Pritchard Family came to the funeral and the old woman, Harrieth Pritchard, hugged me and comforted me with tears in her eyes.

I was completely heartbroken. I knelt down holding Brianna's ashes and apologized several times.

"Grandma, Brianna doesn't like sleeping here. Let me take her away from the Pritchards."

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I had just heard the news of Brianna's death. I was so upset on the way here that I fell and got bruised all over.

In this moment, I had several holes in my clothes and blood from my wound kept flowing out.

Harrieth looked at me with a heart wrenching expression in her eyes.

"The world is unpredictable, who would have thought such a thing would happen? Dear, please get up."

My expression was hollow and numb and my tears had long dried up.

Harrieth could not help but sigh with teary eyes.

"What's going on here? How could Felix send such a good girl like Brianna to that damn place?"

I trembled and pulled out a drawing.

That was a family portrait our five-years-old daughter drawn, Brianna Pritchard.

The line figures were quite abstract, but it could still be seen at a glance.

Brianna and I were holding hands, while Felix was pressing his adopted sister, Zivanka Pritchard, under him.

The first moment I saw her drawing, my face turned pale.

But I did not expect, Zivanka had a depression attack on the spot and climbed onto the rooftop, threatening to jump off the building.

Felix slapped Brianna twice on the spot, rushed to the rooftop and held Zivanka in his arms with heartache.

"Zivanka, calm down, calm down, I will punish her!"

After going downstairs, Brianna cried until her voice was hoarse, but he did not intend to let her go.

With a look of disgust on his face, he made our daughter stand in the sun as punishment.

He even cursed her for being so vicious at such a young age.

Brianna did not know what she had done wrong and she knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

"Dad, I know I was wrong, please don't hit me!"

Unexpectedly, it only took half a day for him to contact a place called "Whittier Reform School".

On the same day, someone came to pick up Brianna.

I also knelt on the floor and begged him. "Brianna did nothing wrong, you can't do this."

Seeing me defending my daughter, Felix gave a cold smile.

"If you make a mistake, you should accept your punishment. No wonder Brianna drew such a disgusting picture, which caused Zivanka to suffer from depression. It turns out you spoiled her too much!"

"If it weren't for her dirty drawing, Zivanka would never have climbed up to the rooftop, fallen and got injured. It's all her own fault!"

"She's so shameless at such a young age. What will happen to her when she grow up? If she hook up with an educated and rich guy, wouln't it bring shame to our family?!"

I shook my head desperately. That was not the case.

Brianna did not lie and she was not as disgusting as he said.

Just because she saw a scene with her own eyes that day.

On Zivanka's birthday, Felix brought her home. We were still sitting in the living room when they could not bear the longing for each other and ran to the next room to talk to each other.

Zivanka was sitting on his lap and acting coquettishly.

Brianna wanted to deliver a cake to her aunt, but the door was not closed tightly and Brianna happened to see what happened inside.

When I found her, she asked me in confusion, "Mom, what are Dad and Auntie doing in the room? Are they playing games?"

I suppressed the excruciating pain in my heart and comforted her.

"Maybe, let's not disturb them and go upstairs with me."

Recalling our conversation back then, I wished I could slap myself twice.

It must be because of what I said that she thought Felix and Zivanka were playing games in the room and drew them in that family portrait.

But I did not expect Zivanka to see it at a glance. She thought I had asked my daughter to draw it on purpose to satirize her affair with Felix, so she tried to commit suicide.

Zivanka must have said something to Felix. Because as soon as the two of them came down from the rooftop, Felix insisted on sending Brianna to the Whittier Reform School.

I held my daughter's urn of ashes, tears streaming down my face, but I still knelt on the ground, insisting on making a request to Harrieth.

"I know you have never liked Zivanka and wanted me to stay in the Pritchards so that Felix would stop having such thoughts. But forcing something unwanted is not easy. The two of them were in love with each other and even killed Brianna for a drawing ...."

"I can't tolerate living with the murderer who killed my daughter for the rest of my life. Please allow us to leave!"

When Harrieth learned the whole story, she also shed tears.

She banged the crutch in her hand on the floor.

"What a sin! I shouldn't have adopted Zivanka in the first place, otherwise I wouldn't have harmed my precious granddaughter ...."

Harrieth almost fainted from anger and trembled as she instructed the butler.

"Call Felix right now! Tell him to put everything aside and come to Brianna's funeral first!"

The butler did call, but the call was rejected after several rings. I tried to persuade her. "Grandma, you don't need to call him, it's useless."

On the day when the news of Brianna's death came, I called him more than ten times, but all of them were rejected in a second.

I held my daughter's cold body in my arms, while Felix was busy lighting sky lanterns at the auction, just to buy the necklace Zivanka loved.

When I showed his post on social media to Harrieth, she was so angry that her face turned blue, but she held my hand and asked.

"Mirria, tell me, when did you discover their affair?"

I lowered my eyes and smiled bitterly.

Since when? Perhaps from the moment I was pregnant with Brianna, I realized something was wrong.

At first, I thought Zivanka was just his adopted sister.

Until he did not come home every few nights, he always smelled of women's perfume and even the collar of his white shirt had lipstick marks.

I thought he was cheating on me, so I checked his phone and his dashcam.

I saw him holding Zivanka intimately in the car.

She teased him while he was driving. "Felix, look at my dress, does it look good?"

"Sure, it looks nice on you."

She was displeased. "You didn't even look at it. Stop the car and take a closer look!"

Soon, the seat belt was unfastened.

An ambiguous voice heard.

Amidst the rustling, he murmured hoarsely but affectionately.

"Zivanka, I love you."

No one knew.

In the study, in the second drawer were hidden bikini photos of Zivanka taken at the beach.

Every time Felix got aroused, he never touched me.

I would spend the whole night alone in front of that photo.

It was then that I realized that he agreed to marry me not because he was in love with me.

Instead, they used this marriage to cover up their shameful affair.

My best friend even asked me more than once, "Since Brianna was born, you haven't had sex for five years. How did you endure it?"

I suppressed the bitterness and self-mockery in my heart and in order to prevent Brianna from losing her father's love, I insisted on keeping our marriage.

But now, the two of them took Brianna's life.

I did not want to endure it anymore.

The butler called several times, but Felix still did not answer until his grandmother sent a message in person, ordering him to come to the funeral immediately.

In no time, he called me, with an undisguised anger in his tone.

"Mirria, did you have to call me when I was with Zivanka? I told you, she is suffering from depression and her emotion is unstable. She needs someone to accompany her the most. Are you being so desperate and cursing Brianna?"

He gave a cold smile as he spoke.

"Your ridiculous lie even alarmed my grandma. Mirria, can't you live without a man?"

"What are you talking about? Brianna is dead? She is doing fine in the reform school. Her teacher called me yesterday and told me that she has learned her lesson. If you insist on spoiling your daughter like this, you are not loving her, but harming her!"

"Felix, Brianna is dead."

I spoke out in despair.

"Believe it or not, if you don't come today, I will never forgive you!"

I did not expect it to fall into his ears, which was like I was using any means to win his favor.

"Don't use such lies to deceive me. Zivanka can't leave alone today, so I can't go back. You caused this mess yourself, so find a way to explain it to Grandma yourself."

The phone suddenly hung up and all my anger and despair were locked in my throat.

At the funeral, I no longer cared about my image and dignity as Ms. Pritchard.

I held my daughter's ashes, knelt on the ground and cried until my voice was hoarse, but I did not want to get up.

Harrieth sympathized with the pain of losing my daughter and agreed.

"Mirria, after all, it is our family who has let you down and delayed you for all these years."

She asked the butler to hand me a key to a property and a bank card.

"In this card, I have six million eight hundred thousand dollars, I give it to you as savings. And this is the key to a villa with a sea view. If you want to live there, you can go anytime. This is your home."

"Dear, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, just tell me and I will definitely grant them to you."

"Wherever you want to go in the future, I hope you are happy."

Harrieth had always been very good to me. When my parents passed away, my relatives all thought I was unlucky and a nemesis, but Harrieth was the only one who did not despise me.

She was willing to take me in and treated me like her own granddaughter, always responding to my requests.

I had wished countless times how great it would be if she were truly my family.

I even fantasized that one day, Felix would change his mind and see the goodness of us mother and daughter and maybe we could reunite as a family.

But now, he tore all these fantasies to pieces.

I did not reach out to pick it up. My daughter had passed away and now I did not want to have any further contact with the Pritchard Family.

Thinking of my daughter's tragic death, I spoke in a deep voice, "Before leaving, I want to investigate who was the one who killed Brianna in that reform school"