"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.
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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?"
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"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.