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.

That day was the happiest day for my family since my dad was crippled.

That night, my dad quietly got out of bed alone, wheeled his new wheelchair to the balcony, and flipped over.

The next day, when we found my dad downstairs, his body was already cold.

After my dad died, my mom disappeared for three months.

When I saw my mom again, she fell backward from the fifth floor like my dad. She hit her head and died instantly.

My mom left me a letter and a thick stack of money.

In the letter, my mom told me to forget everything, return to school to study hard, and try to get into my ideal school next year to start a new life.

From childhood to adulthood, I had always listened to my mom.

This time, I would disappoint her.

My dad was beaten and paralyzed. My mom was forced to embarrass herself, and both of them jumped to their deaths.

But Chloe moved to a new home. She lived in a villa, and got into her ideal university!

How could I forget such hatred? How dare I forget!

"Chloe, your family is rich and powerful and can force my parents to their deaths.

But how dare you provoke someone with nothing to lose and a death wish?

I no longer had the courage to start a new life.

But I had the full courage and ability to drag you to hell with me!

Chloe, enjoy your last moments of happiness.

I would soon take everything from you and let you taste the flavor of despair!"

After my mom died, I took her inheritance and went abroad for plastic surgery.

Three years later, I created a fake identity and returned to the country to become a nanny at Lewis Villa.

After the surgery, I transformed from an ugly dark girl into a fair and beautiful one.

Even my former best friend, Chloe, did not recognize me.

In just a few days, I gained the trust of the Lewis family.

I knew my revenge plan could begin.

In the morning, I pretended to take Chloe's child to school but actually secretly imprisoned him.

In the evening, I added a small amount of poisonous dose to their food.

I could have directly added a lethal dose of poison, but I thought that was too easy for them.

Back then, when my parents jumped, their heads hit the concrete ground.

So, I chose to smash the Lewis couple's heads, letting them experience the pain my parents felt when they died.

I was much more merciful to Chloe.

I didn't kill her. I just broke her spine.

Just like when my dad tried to save Chloe and got his spine broken.

Soon, Chloe would experience being paralyzed from the waist down, defecating and urinating in bed, and needing lifelong medication.

I wonder if she could afford the twenty thousand dollars a month in medical expenses.

When I got to this point, the interrogation room fell silent.

The anger on the policemen's faces disappeared, replaced by pity and sympathy.

The reporters looked at each other, their eyes showing some guilt.

In the live broadcast comments, the people who had insulted me before were now apologizing in various ways.

I used the blood of the Lewis family to wash away my family's injustice.

If there were spirits, my parents could rest in peace in the afterlife.

After a dead silence, a policeman slowly spoke.

"Rape victims often feel ashamed and are unwilling to admit they were violated or report it.

"Your parents' deaths were caused by the rapists and abusers, not Chloe. You shouldn't blame her entirely.

"Over the years, Chloe has been making charitable donations to help children, showing she is reflecting on what she did.

"I hope you can let go of your hatred and voluntarily hand over the child. Maybe you can get your death sentence commuted to life imprisonment."

I smiled sadly and said nothing.

The police only knew a few things. They were all deceived by Chloe!

Back then, Chloe was not raped but was voluntarily serving her brothers in the alley.

When my dad rushed over to save Chloe. She was annoyed that he spoiled the fun and incited the group to beat him up!

Afterward, Chloe used her body to build connections and quickly became a famous internet celebrity.

Her brothers funded her persona, faking records of donations to help left-behind children.

I painstakingly collected these pieces of evidence using various means.

But there was too little evidence. The witnesses were afraid of offending people and were unwilling to testify in court.

The only way to expose Chloe's true nature was to make her confess the truth herself.

After a long silence, the officer sternly asked, "Layla, don't you want to confess and get a lenient sentence for yourself?!"

I smiled and said, "My parents are still waiting for me down there. I just want to be executed. The sooner, the better."

The police officer was angry again. "Are you going to kill even a three-year-old child?!"

I said, "I can release him, but on one condition."

The police officer asked, “What are the conditions?”

I said, "I want Chloe to come forward and confess her crime in front of the camera!"