1

When the police arrested me, it caused a city-wide sensation.

Major media outlets and thousands of angry citizens surrounded the city police department tightly.

Someone held a banner. "Severely punish the murderer!"

More people thought that shooting me was too easy. It would be better to dismember me alive!

The police who arrested and interrogated me had the same fury.

If it weren't for the protection of the law, they probably would have killed me ten thousand times.

And this was exactly what I wanted to see.

Twelve hours earlier, I started my personal live broadcast at the Lewis Villa.

The live broadcast room was called, "A Day in the Life of a Nanny."

In the morning, when I arrived at the Lewis Villa, the Lewis couple warmly welcomed me in.

The breakfast was on the dining table.

I ate the breakfast. Aria sat next to me, chatting about family matters.

She said she felt a special connection with me, like seeing a long-lost daughter. We always had endless things to say.

After breakfast, my whole day's work was to help water the flowers and sweep the floor.

When there was heavy work, John would help me do it.

In the live broadcast room, comments floated praising the Lewis family's kindness, humanity, and generosity.

Some even said that being a nanny in such a family was a dream job.

Yes, during the two years I disappeared from Greenvelle City, I had been looking forward to this day every moment.

When I swung the baseball bat at them, my hands trembled with excitement.

I added a small amount of poisonous dose to the food.

After they ate it, they fell to the ground, paralyzed and unable to move, but still conscious.

I took out the metal baseball bat and stood over them.

Under the terrified gaze of the three of them, I swung the bat and smashed it down on their heads!

The Lewis couple fell in the blood and soon stopped moving.

Chloe Lewis, the only one left, had tears and snot flowing all over the place. Her face distorted with fear and anger.

Probably because the poison's effect had lessened, Chloe asked with difficulty, "How much money do you want? I'll give you anything. Why... why kill us?"

I asked, "Do you know what it's like to be crippled?"

Chloe trembled all over, not daring to answer.

I smiled and said, "You'll find out soon."

I walked around behind her. I aimed at her tailbone, and used the technique I had practiced countless times in my mind to smash down with all my strength!

After a scream, Chloe fainted from the pain, blood flowing from her lower body.

To ensure she was paralyzed from the waist down, I hit her a few more times.

After doing all this, I sat on the ground with a sense of relief and gave a heartfelt smile at the camera.

In the live broadcast room, insults like "maniacal killer" were floating around.

I laughed even harder, clutching my stomach until tears came out.

Soon, I was arrested by the police.

In the interrogation room, the officer yelled at me, "Two dead and one injured at the Lewis Villa. Chloe is permanently disabled!

"What is your goal? Speak!"

I smiled and said, "Not two dead and one injured, but three dead and one injured.

"Chloe had a three-year-old son who I was supposed to take to kindergarten. Guess where he is?"

The officer stood up in a rage. "You didn't even spare a child! How dare you!"

I said, "Sorry, I got it wrong. The little guy is still alive.

"It's just that... I forgot where I put him.

"If you agree to my conditions, maybe I can remember some clues."

The officer suppressed his anger. "What conditions do you want?"

I chuckled and said, "I want the entire interrogation to be live-streamed, so everyone can participate in this trial!"

2

To save the missing boy, the police had to agree to my request.

Soon, the window outside the interrogation room was filled with cameras.

Various live streaming platforms and even TV stations began broadcasting my interrogation.

A group of hosts angrily questioned me.

"Why did you kill the kind Lewis couple?"

"Layla Clark, are you mentally ill or just born evil?"

"You even broadcast a murder live. Are you mentally twisted?"

...

Their words were sharp and piercing. Instead of getting angry, I was extremely excited!

Three years ago, the Lewis couple spent a lot to suppress the public outcry. Now, it was finally coming to light amidst the public outrage!

I had waited for this moment for three whole years!

After a long time, I calmed my excitement and slowly began to recount what happened back then.

Three years ago, I was admitted to a prestigious provincial university on a full scholarship due to my excellent grades.

After the Scholastic Assessment Test, Chloe and I, who were good friends from the same class, worked part-time at a nearby KTV.

I helped in the kitchen by moving beer and cutting fruit, while she worked as a waitress.

At that time, Chloe was my best friend, and we were almost inseparable.

As I said this, the live stream chat was already filled with curses.

The audience cursed me as insane, not only for harming Chloe but also for hurting her parents!

Various curses wishing me dead almost filled the entire screen.

They were right. I should have died long ago.

The night my parents committed suicide three years ago, I had already died.

The Layla who lives now is an evil ghost wandering the world, with the sole purpose of dragging the Lewis family to hell with me!

I ignored the insulting comments and continued my calm narration.

One night, my dad came to pick me up from work as usual on his electric scooter.

He saw Chloe being dragged to a corner by seven or eight men in the alley behind the KTV. Her clothes torn and scattered.

When my dad saw her, she was already semi-conscious from the assault, rolling her eyes, about to pass out.

My dad shouted, "Stop!" and rushed in to save her.

The seven or eight drunk men took metal baseball bats from the trunk of a luxury car nearby and surrounded my dad, beating him up!

After work, I saw my dad lying in a pool of blood at the back door and immediately called for an ambulance.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

My dad was taken to the ambulance and barely survived, but he was paralyzed from the waist down and needed lifelong medication.

My mom sold all the family property and borrowed from relatives and friends to barely pay the hospital surgery fees.

We could no longer afford the tens of thousands of medical expenses each month.

To get revenge for my dad and to get compensation, I found Chloe, hoping she would help identify the culprit.

But Chloe was unwilling to sue, hoping to keep the peace.

I couldn't understand why those rich bastards had both violated Chloe and hurt my dad.

Why did she, as a victim, have to endure it?

Helpless, I could only repeatedly beg Chloe, hoping she would testify in court.

Chloe did testify under my persistent pleas, but it was false testimony.

In court, she blatantly lied that she had not been raped and had not seen my dad being beaten.

Those rich bastards went unpunished with Chloe's help.

My family was fined thirty thousand dollars for provoking trouble.

After the court ruling, we couldn't even afford rent, and the three of us had to sleep under a bridge.

Without money for medicine, my dad would die!

That day, it poured rain.

My mom and I took turns carrying my paralyzed dad, drenched in rain, kneeling at the Lewis Villa gate.

The three of us knelt, begging Chloe for mercy and a way to live!

Chloe stood at the door, looking down at us with disdain.

"Serves you right. Don't meddle next time," she said.

3

Bang!

The security door closed. No matter how much I pleaded, Chloe never looked at me again.

Chloe called the police, and they drove the three of us away.

After that, my mom and I sought media help and legal aid to sue Chloe for perjury.

The Lewis family was very rich and easily used money to suppress public opinion.

The media found the story uninteresting and were unwilling to help us anymore.

By this time, my dad desperately needed medicine. And we couldn't delay any longer.

Desperate, I chose to drop out of school and work.

My mom and I worked as piece-rate workers in a factory during the day and washed piles of dishes at a food stall at night.

We returned home at dawn and still had to clean the feces and urine off my dad.

Even so, the money we earned was barely enough for my dad's medical expenses.

The doctor told us to buy a wheelchair and take my dad out for walks, which would be good for his health.

But we had already sold everything we could, and we couldn't come up with any more money.

Desperate, my mom chose to embarrass herself.

One day, when I came home from work, I heard heavy breathing from a man in the house.

I pushed open the door and saw my mom lying on the bed, looking at me with terror and shame.

Afterwards, the man threw down a wad of cash and left hurriedly, pulling up his pants.

My house had only one room. The place where my mom entertained clients was separated from my dad's sickbed by just a curtain.

A week later, my mom finally saved enough money to buy my dad a brand-new wheelchair.

With the remaining money, she bought meat from a street vendor.

The three of us sat at the dining table, eating the meat voraciously.