At that moment, someone from the laboratory approached with the test results in hand.

"The DNA results for the murder case from two days ago are out!"

Aunt Yvonne immediately turned around, wanting to saw the report.

It was dimly lit in the room, and she trembled as she brought the repost to the desk.

Dad, soon you will know whether I really wanted to skip school.

The daughter you hated the most is really dead.

But as Dad leaned in to take a closer look, he accidentally spilled coffee onto the paper, causing it stained.

"Neil, what are you doing?"

"It's my fault, I'm just too tired and couldn't hold the cup properly. Can you print another copy of the report?" He looked towards the person from the laboratory.

"My colleagues in the lab are also working overtime. They just took a break, but I'll call them to issue another copy. It might take about half an hour."

"Okay, let me know as soon as the results are out. I will inform the family."

"Okay."

I sighed and aimlessly wandered around, feeling bored.

Yoko arrived at the police station carrying fruits and tonics. My father hadn't been home for several days, so she immediately leaned softly against his shoulder.

"Dad, is the work stress getting to you lately? Why don't you take a vacation? I can accompany you."

"I still need to follow up on the case. Once it's solved, I'll take some time off. I haven't had a chance to spend time with you due to the ongoing investigations. I hope you're not mad at me."

If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I wouldn't have known that my father had such a gentle and caring tone.

"Why would I be mad? You're the best dad in the world. How could I ever be angry with you?"

I floated numbly by their side, watching their deep father-daughter bond.

All that remained in my heart was a bitter smile.

In a trance, it felt as if I had returned to the first time I met Yoko.

She was the girl my father encountered while investigating a case involving human trafficking. She was seven years old at that time and had been sold by criminals to a poor countryside in the mountains.

Without any identity or knowledge of her biological parents, my father took pity on her and brought her home, naming her Yoko Ford.

"Ann, from now on you have a little sister. I won't allow you to bully her, do you hear me?"

At that time, my father already disliked me, so he found another child he could love and care for.

Yoko was very intelligent, and she understood our relationship.

On her first day at our home, during dinner, she piled a lot of meat onto my plate.

"Ann, you should eat more meat. I'm satisfied with these vegetables."

But there was clearly a lot of meat left on the plate.

It was an unintentional remark that struck a chord.

My father felt heartbroken and praised Yoko for being so considerate.

"She must have gone through a lot to be so mature."

Shortly after, my father picked up a chicken leg from the plate and put it in Yoko's plate.

"Since Yoko just joined our family, you should be more accommodating to her. She is so well-behaved. If I ever catch you bullying her, I won't forgive you!"

Afterwards, my father poured more and more of his love into Yoko.

Meanwhile, on the day I reached adulthood, I left home because of the words he had said.

He constantly reminded me that he had a legal obligation to support me, but once I turned eighteen, it was time for me to fend for myself. He no longer had any responsibility to provide for me.

He always saw me as an annoyance, a thorn in his side.

He believed I was the one responsible for my mother's death, and as a sinner, I didn't deserve to stay at home.

Yoko was incredibly clever and knew how to manipulate people's emotions.

She saw my father working hard and gently massaged his shoulders. "Dad, you've been working so hard. I missed you so much today. Are you tired from work? Let me pour you a glass of water."

My father was very happy. "I am so lucky to have such a considerate daughter."

But he often forgot that I was his biological daughter.

My father received a photo on his phone, a picture of a bag filled with dismembered body parts.

Accompanying it was a threatening message!

"I've received a message from the criminal, along with more photos of the remaining victim's body. Locate this number now!"

He was completely unaware that the person in the photo was me.

That day, while I was on my way to school, I was kidnapped by a criminal.

He held a knife to my throat and covered my head with a sack.

"So, you're Neil Ford's daughter, that bastard!"

Then, I was locked inside a small dark room, enduring inhumane torture every day.

Their methods were horrifyingly cruel, causing me unimaginable pain.

I begged and pleaded, saying I was sorry, asking them not to hurt me anymore.

But they replied that being Neil's daughter meant I deserved to die.

They were so ruthless and strong that I couldn't break free.

Later on, the criminals gave me a chance to make a phone call for help.

They handed me a phone and said that if my father came to rescue me, they would let me go.

As I dialed my father's number, I could hear the background music playing on their end, celebrating a birthday, along with Yoko's cheering.

"Dad, can you come and save me? I..."

But my father said, "I've already told you that you're not my daughter anymore. If you want to die, die far away! Don't bother me anymore."

He hung up the phone, and I could only hear the beeping sound.

As a result, the criminals thought I was useless and intensified their torture to me.

Dad, it hurt so much.

When I was being tormented and abused by them, where were you?

Mom, I will soon be joining you. Will you not love me either like Dad?

"We found the location!"

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted.

They all looked at the computer displaying the location.

"It's an abandoned building in the suburbs. I know that place."

Dad hurriedly drove towards the location, seeming quite happy and filled with anticipation.

The true culprit of the case would finally come to light.

Dad, soon you would be able to see the complete me as well.