Revenge After Death

Chapter 33

The ambulance arrived and whisked Yasmin away

I watched as Michael anxiously lifted Yasmin into his arms. He even glared at me fiercely.

Everyone present bore witness to me pushing Yasmin down the stairs. Even the servants from Ford family sided with them.

At that moment, I was in a daze. I even started doubting if it was me who pushed Yasmin down the stairs.

Once again, I fell into the trap of self–incrimination.

I didn’t know how to explain myself. It seemed wrong to explain myself, but not explaining myself was also wrong. I curled up under the stairs and waited for a very long time.

Finally, Michael returned at dawn.

I stood up with bloodshot eyes and choked out, “Michael, it wasn’t me.”

There was a resounding slap as he struck me. My ears rang intensely…

My nose bled, and my hearing was muffled. I probably had a ruptured eardrum. He put a lot of force into that slap.

“Do you know that Yasmin’s sister wanted to call the police? You had deliberately hurt her!” he yelled.

He then dragged me up from the ground and forcefully pulled me into the study.

the point where you dare to

next? Do you plan on killing someone?”

and looked at Michael, desperately wishing he would believe me. I cried

I said, but he did not believe me at all.

it. It wasn’t me. I didn’t push her. It truly wasn’t me,” I explained desperately, nearly getting

did not believe me.

Yasmin down the stairs! Yet you

at

Jack would stand up for me? After all, they were the ones

you when she wakes up, I’ll send you

he wanted to send me to prison. It scared me.

of my parents, I worked desperately and studied hard. My hard work was what

accept having it destroyed in such a manner.

me my

prison. I didn’t push her!” I stared at him fearfully.

stood up and found the courage to push him aside. I

once thought was

in a dark alley for a long time. I was terrified.

Nor did I recall who placed a worn but clean blanket over me. was not sure who left a cup of

left me a lollipop while I was alone in

when my parents were still alive, I would frequently throw tantrums and run away from home. Every time I woke up, there

I mumbled as I

person who always silently watched over