Jason’s voice turned to ice as he said:
“The investigation isn’t finished yet. The police will give you justice. And when it comes to sentencing, a mentally ill defendant isn’t treated the same as an ordinary criminal—you’ll have to wait.”
“As Rachel Evans’s husband, it’s my duty to apologize on her behalf. I’ve already reserved a restaurant—let’s sit down and discuss compensation.”
The family still looked uneasy.
Chloe Miller spoke up with a sweet smile.
“Don’t worry. This is my brother—he’s a good man! He’s also the one who signed the confession papers for my sister-in-law. He’s already arranged people to watch her. She won’t escape.”
The crowd finally dispersed, leaving the cemetery in a noisy procession.
My tears broke free completely, flooding down my face. I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. My vision went black, and I collapsed.
I didn’t know how much time passed before a familiar woody fragrance filled my nose.
“You’re awake? Are you alright? I’ve arranged for a doctor to wait at the mansion.”
“Rachel, I told you before—no matter what happens, you can always come to me. You don’t have to carry everything alone.”
Sarah Johnson was in the car as well. Seeing me stir, she hurried to help me sit up.
“You scared me half to death! I thought they were going to kill you for revenge!”
“Thank God Victor Hughes arrived in time.”
“Weren’t you just supposed to attend a funeral? How did it turn into this?”
I shook my head, unable to say a word.
As I unlocked my phone, intending to find divorce papers, a livestream notification from Chloe popped up.
“Good afternoon, everyone! Guess what I’m doing?”
“You’re so smart—I’m at the restaurant, apologizing to the victim’s family on behalf of my sister-in-law!”
“My brother said the compensation will be two million, but there won’t be a settlement. He wants my sister-in-law to remember this lesson. Do you think this is fair?”
The livestream chat exploded, line after line spamming: “Murderers must pay with their lives.”
Chloe nodded happily at the comments, then clung to Jason Miller’s arm, pouting.
“Brother, look! They say the punishment is too light. Can’t we hold the trial sooner? Hundreds of thousands of my followers are waiting to see the verdict!”
Jason smiled indulgently, brushing her hair as though she were precious.
“Alright, we’ll do as Chloe says. The trial will be in two days.”