Her husband was a top lawyer, but for the sake of his first love, he unknowingly let his daughter get hung under a car and dragged to death miserably.

Her husband strictly upheld the law, defended the murderer, and argued for her as reasonably as he could.

But he didn't know that the deceased was his daughter.

What's more, he didn't know that his daughter went out that night to buy a birthday gift for him.

On a business trip, I read such a piece of news from two days ago.

"A truck trucker dragged someone along the highway for a hundred kilometers before passers-by stepped in."

"When the victim was found, she was covered in wounds and was badly mutilated. The edges and corners of her face had been flattened. The only thing that could be told was that she was a woman. It was said that the truck driver was suspected of drunk driving."

"What a beast!"

I couldn't help but feel sorry for the victim. Then, I received a call from the police.

"Ms. Lawrence, I'm sorry to inform you that the victim of the highway accident was confirmed to be your daughter after DNA comparison two days ago. You need to come to us and claim the body."

As soon as I heard that, my mind went blank.

My only thought was that it was impossible!

I flew to the morgue of the police station overnight and saw a lump of flesh. It wasn't a human being's corpse at all.

The air was filled with a burst of foul smell.

I couldn't connect the thing in front of me with my sensible and beautiful daughter. Then the police handed me the autopsy report.

"Dora Hill" on the name board made my vision darken. I almost fainted to the ground.

The policeman next to me quickly held me up.

My eyes were dull, and I could not even shed tears. Fearing that I was on the verge of a mental breakdown, he spoke gently.

"You're the only emergency contact your daughter has, so we contacted you as soon as possible. You'd better contact your husband. It's better for you two to face such a thing together than to face it alone by yourself."

I nodded numbly and took out my cell phone, but I couldn't stop my hands from trembling. I struggled to make a call.

After the call was connected, the surroundings over there were very quiet. Faint sounds of a woman's cry could be heard.

I recognized that it was Kate Hill's voice. Then, John Smith said impatiently, "Anne Lawrence, something happened to Kate. She's very sad. I'm very busy now, and I have no time to quarrel with you!"

"Dora is dead," I said in a frighteningly calm voice.

After a moment of silence, John on the other end of the line suddenly said angrily, "Anne, that's enough! It's fine that you misunderstood Kate and me. You quarreled with me every day, but now you're cursing Dora to death. Can you be any more vicious? Don't be unreasonable!"

"Dora is really dead."

I emphasized again, my voice trembling.

"Then go to hell! You two are the same! You're so pretentious when something serious happens. If she's dead, you should go to hell too! Don't bother me anymore!"

After that, he hung up the phone.

I no longer had any expectations for John, and now I was thoroughly disappointed.

He thought that I would curse my beloved daughter in this world in order to keep him by my side.

After living together for 18 years, he didn't even know what kind of person I was.

In the past, he would occasionally ask about my well-being. However, ever since he met Kate, his first love, again, he no longer cared about me and Dora.

Just like what he had thought, Dora, Dora, had just lost her life, but his love, Kate, was crying.

After staring blankly at Dora's body for a long time, I asked, "Where's the murderer?"

At this time, a man's voice came from outside. "I'm very unlucky! It's dark, and I'm on the highway. I didn't see any figure at all. How could I know that she was hung under my car?"

As soon as I heard this, my whole body trembled. I bounced out. I rushed to the man and grabbed his collar, venting my feelings out in an instant.

"You killed Dora! You beast! You beast!"

My eyes were bloodshot as I complained in a heart-wrenching voice. I kicked the man with my hands and feet, wishing I could cut him into pieces.

He screamed as I beat him up. In the chaos, the police pulled me away.

"Ms. Lawrence, please calm down."

"How can I calm down? This bastard got drunk and killed Dora! He's the murderer! I don't accept mediation! I want him to pay with his life!"

"You misunderstood." The policeman sighed, adding, "You were misled by the words of the vicious media."

"We conducted an alcohol test on him upon receiving the call. The preliminary result showed that he was drunk driving. After further investigation, we found that the result was not accurate. He ate egg yolk, which led to the wrong test result."

"He didn't dunk-drive?"

I stared in shock at the man squatting on the ground with his head in his hands.

...

His clothes were plain and shabby. His pants, which had many patches, were washed white.

He shook his head dejectedly.

"I didn't! I really didn't see it! It was so dark, and I was on the highway at that time. How could I know that there was a person lying on the ground?"

"What do you mean? Dora went on vacation to Ponset Resort. Why would she lie on the highway?"

"Ms. Lawrence, it is a little complicated to judge who should be responsible for this accident. Your daughter has been crushed many times before she was dragged along the highway."

Hearing so, I was dealt with a fatal blow. My body swayed, and I supported myself against the wall to prevent myself from falling. I gritted my teeth and said, "Officer, I request you to check the surveillance footage of the scene where the accident took place."

The policeman hesitated for a moment before saying with a nod, "Okay, but you have to be mentally prepared."

In the surveillance video, I saw that Dora was first dragged to the highway by a small car. Then she was thrown into the middle of the highway with her clothes torn.

I asked, "Can you zoom in on the driver's seat of this car?"

...

"Sure."

The police took action and zoomed in on the scene. I saw a familiar person.

"Kate?"

"How could it be her?"

I recalled the sounds of faint cry I heard over the call just now. Then I was hopeless.

At the same time, Dora's body was enlarged. I saw at a glance that she was holding something tightly in her hands.

It was a pen.

My eyes quivered, and tears streamed down my cheeks.

"What a silly child."

Ever since Kate appeared, the relationship between John and I had been getting worse.

He always had all kinds of excuses to go to her. When I questioned him, he would scold me for being petty and unreasonable.

A month ago, we had a big fight. I proposed a divorce, and he never came back. Even when Dora was sick and hospitalized, he never called us.

Dora was a sensible child. I secretly cried behind her back, but she noticed it.

She coaxed me, saying that she would help me get back together with John.

Thinking that she was comforting me, I didn't think too much about it.

Unexpectedly, she was actually planning on it.

She knew that John loved writing. When his birthday was around the corner, Dora went to Ponset Resort to buy a pen exclusive available there.

She hid all of her plans from her. She didn't call me until she got there. I was on a business trip at that time. Fearing that it was not safe for her to go to such a remote place alone, I could only tell her to watch out.

I didn't expect that I would lose her forever after the phone call.

John's birthday was yesterday. She must have been worried that she would miss it, so she rushed home overnight. She didn't expect such a tragedy to happen.

I clutched my chest tightly. My heart was in so much pain that it felt like it was going to split apart.

At this time, Dora, who was lying on the ground, suddenly moved.

I opened my eyes wide, not daring to miss a single detail.

...

Shaking her head in pain, she seemed to realize that she was in great danger. She struggled to support her body and climbed little by little to the emergency lane, holding the pen tightly in her hand.

There was a flash of light along with the sound of a car whistling over.

"No! No!"

I screamed as the car crushed over Dora's body in the video.

When she was rolled to the bottom by a truck, her body quickly disappeared from the sight.

"Dora... My Dora must be in so much pain..."

I collapsed to the ground, crying helplessly.

With the help of the police, I got up and sat down on a chair. The truck driver walked up to me and bowed to me a few times. He then said, "I'm sorry that something like this happened, but as you can see, your daughter must have been dead when she hung up under my car..."

"And I'm a victim... I rely on driving around to make money to support my family. Now, everyone knows about it. I was slandered for drunk driving by the media, and I inexplicably became a murderer. My car became an omen..."

As he spoke, he cried. "My wife is in poor health. She is waiting for me to make money to treat her... What should I do..."

"I can't pay for your daughter's death alone. Those who have crushed her must pay as well. Yes, the most important thing is that woman. She may be the first to hit your daughter! Who knows if she did it on purpose?"

As soon as I heard his words, my body trembled. I looked up at the police, asking, "Officer, have Kate been caught?"

The policeman paused before saying, "You know the woman?"

I nodded and asked, "How's the investigation going? Did she deliberately escape after committing murder?"

"The case is currently being investigated..."

The policeman's words were interrupted by a burst of ringtone. He walked aside and answered the call. After a while, he came back to me.

I looked at him eagerly. He was silent for a while before saying slowly, "Kate has been interrogated at the police station of Yrore and has been acquitted."

...

"Is she acquitted?"

I stood up abruptly, looking agitated. "Why?"

"She insisted that she had hit someone. The incident happened at about nine p.m. There was no light at the entrance of the resort, so she couldn't see the situation on the road clearly. She only remembered that her car shook when she passed by the roadside of Ponset Resort.

"She thought she had hit a stone. Your daughter was probably squatting on the side of the road at that time. The car hooked her clothes, so she was dragged all the way to the highway. Kate didn't know what happened next.

"There were no surveillance cameras on that road. No witnesses were present at that time. We went to the scene for investigation and found nothing else."

Seeing that I was getting more and more disappointed, he continued,

"Ms. Hill expressed her willingness to compensate for the damage thus caused."

"I don't want her compensation. I just want the truth!"

I asked, stressing each word, "Are you going to let her go just like that?"

The police officer was silent for a long time before saying in a low voice, "Her boyfriend is a top lawyer. After she confessed, the lawyer answered all the subsequent questions."

"A top lawyer?"

A bone-chilling chill rose from the soles of my feet.

"Is her lawyer John Smith?"

The policeman's face changed as he said, "You know John Smith?"

I sneered and said, "John Smith is my husband I just called."

The policeman was torn. He wanted to say something but stopped on second thought.

"How about the driving recorder? Is there no driving recorder?"

I grabbed his arm excitedly as if I were trying to grab the last straw.

"... Kate said that she was frightened upon receiving our call and knowing that she had hit someone. On the way to the police station, she hit a tree on the side of the road and damaged the driving recorder."

I collapsed on the chair and forced a smile, saying mockingly, "Officer, do you believe in coincidences?"

The policeman looked at me, opened his mouth, and let out a long sigh.

"Ms. Lawrence, based on the preliminary investigation, your daughter's death was an accident. Please restrain your grief. However..."

He changed the topic and said in a low voice, "If you can provide me with some other evidence, we will do our best to seek justice for you!"

I understood what he meant.

If I could find evidence of John's having an affair with Kate, the nature of Kate's accident would be changed.

"I'll find it as soon as possible, officer."

I stopped crying and called to resign. Then I contacted a funeral home.

As I watched Dora's body being pushed into the burning furnace, I widened my eyes.

Likewise, I would keep my eyes wide open and watch the murderer who cruelly hurt Dora be brought to justice and pay with her life!

I stayed with Dora in the cemetery until dawn.

Per a friend's introduction, I found a reliable private detective agency, asking them to secretly follow John and Kate to collect evidence of his extramarital affairs.

After that, I went back home. The fact that Dora was no longer alive shuddered me.

In a trance, I seemed to see Dora smiling brightly.

"Mom, look, I got full marks in the exam! You and Dad promised to take me to eat at McDonald's!"

"Mom, I won the first prize in the National Middle School Student Writing Competition! Am I amazing? I have to call Dad quickly and tell him the good news!"

"Mom, Dad is so busy. I ranked third in the college entrance examination in the city. Many universities are eager to enroll me. When I apply, I want him to give me suggestions. I wanted to become a powerful lawyer like him and help more people who need help, but he didn't have time for me..."

"Mom, don't cry. Dad must love us. I'll help you get him back!"

"Dora! My Dora!"

I stretched out my hands, desperately trying to hold Dora, who was patting her chest and smiling at me. In the end, I fell to the ground amid a burst of broken illusion.

"Ah!"

Hugging myself tightly, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Dora, Mummy only wants you! Mummy just wants you to stay by my side. Mummy doesn't want anyone else. The only thing I want is that you're safe..."

...

I got through the following dark days alone in a daze.

Then I received a call from the private detective agency. They excitedly told me that they had taken a lot of intimate photos of John and Kate.

I received hundreds of photos and flipped through them one by one.

It turned out that John took Kate to Acoby to relax after Dora's tragic death and Kate's release.

In the photos, the two of them were laughing happily. They walked barefoot on the beach, hugging and kissing each other...

Kate snuggled into John's arms and fed him coconut juice.

After she was exhausted from the walking, he picked her up in his arms and walked back to the hotel...

I fixed my gaze on the last photo.

They had returned to Yrore.

Kate fell to the side of the road and broke her knee. John knelt down on one knee and helped her clean the wound with distress on his face. The sun shone on the side of his face, rendering him handsome and gentle.

I had never seen him like this.

We had been married for 18 years. I had always thought that he was cold by nature, and was someone that wasn't good at expressing his love.

Now it seemed that I was wrong. The truth was he didn't love me at all.

I thought I loved him from the bottom of my heart. While flipping through these photos, I didn't feel any heartache.

On the contrary, I was so happy that I trembled all over.

Finally, I got the evidence of his cheating on Kate!

This shameless couple killed Dora. I wouldn't let them off easily!

I put on my clothes, went to a supermarket to buy groceries, and went to a pharmacy.

Back at home, I took a shower, put on delicate makeup, and dialed John's number.

He on the other end of the phone laughed happily. It seemed that he was in a good mood.

I asked lightly, "Where are you?"

John instantly turned indifferent, saying, "What are you trying to do now? A month ago, you insisted on divorcing me. I left as you wished, but you keep calling me to harass me now. Anne, are you a bitch?"

I softened my voice and said, "John, I miss you. Dora misses you. Come back."

There was no response from him. I waited quietly until he said, "Anne, you begged me to come back. You have to prove that you are sincere..."

Before he could finish his words, I said, "Please. John, Dora is not here. I'm cold and lonely..."

"... Okay."

As soon as he agreed, Kate's voice full of grievance suddenly rang out. "John, are you leaving? You promised to do star-gazing with me tonight!"

I heard him say in a low voice, "Anne is scared at home alone. I will be with you next time."

"She's so old. What's there to be afraid of? Why didn't she find a decent excuse to lie? My leg is injured!"

John coaxed Kate gently and said to me, "I'll be there in half an hour." Then he hung up the phone.

...

As a top-notch lawyer, John had always been punctual. I checked the time and opened the door, only to see him standing at the door expressionlessly.

I helped him take off his jacket and hung it up. Then I arranged his shoes neatly. I was the same as before, full of concern and doing everything in order.

Seeing me like this, he became more confident. He said, "You infuriated me so much last time. If Kate hadn't comforted me, I might have divorced you for real."

I was packing my things without saying a word.

He said, "I've been busy with work since I left. I only got together with her in the past few days. However, our relationship is very pure, and nothing happened between us. Don't speculate blindly and be jealous. Kate is innocent and kind. You'll know how good she is when you get to know her more."

"Is she so?"

I was more and more resentful in secret, but I looked up and smiled gently at him. "You're right. I misunderstood you. The bath water is ready. You've just come back. Go take a hot bath and relax. I'll heat up the meal. You can eat it when you are done."

"You are a virtuous wife."

John patted my face with a smile before going into the bathroom.

After I confirmed that he had locked the door, I took out his cell phone from his coat. Then I clicked open Whatsapp, only to find that the chat history between him and Kate had been deleted.

It was as if he were afraid of being discovered.

This made me even more suspicious that he was involved in Dora's case.

...

I calmly put his cell phone back.

When John came out, I invited him to dinner.

Seeing that the table was full of his favorite dishes, he moved his eyebrows slightly. I knew that this was a sign of his joy.

He picked up his utensils and ate a few mouthfuls of food.

"How has Dora been recently?"

I stopped picking up food for him, saying, "Pretty good."

"Is it true that he doesn't know that Dora is dead?"

"That's good. I almost believed you when you said she was dead a while ago. You are too much! Even if you want to trick me into getting back to your side, you can't joke about your own daughter's life. It's so unlucky!"

I nodded as I helped him put more food on his plate.

As he ate, his eyes began to blur. Then he fainted.

I dragged him from the escape passage to a car. Then I stepped on the accelerator, speeding towards Dora's grave.