Marcus Waters was also arrested by police. In the interrogation room, to reduce his own charges, he voluntarily confessed the entire truth about the shooting.
This plan to kill Kai was actually masterminded by Belle.
The father and daughter were willing to murder Kai to get the Cole family fortune, and Marcus had bought the gun from a hunter in his village.
Years ago, to get Belle into the Cole family, he’d pretended to save Kai and took the opportunity to kill his own rural wife.
He’d also faked his own death.
Even more shocking was that Mom had known about this plan all along.
But because she wanted to rekindle her romance with Marcus, she’d allowed it all to happen.
In the detention center, Belle gripped the iron bars, crying pitifully: “Mom, save me! I don’t want to go to prison!”
Mom’s eyes were red, her voice hoarse: “Why? Why did you kill my son?”
“Wasn’t I good enough to you?!”
Seeing Mom wouldn’t help her, Belle suddenly changed her expression and shrieked:
“You have the nerve to ask me why?”
“You said when I turned eighteen you’d only give me twenty thousand for my dowry! How’s that fair?”
“You play favorites! You never liked me! You were afraid I’d take the Cole family money!”
“Especially those properties! You never planned to give me any! You only wanted to leave everything to your son!”
Mom was thunderstruck, staring at Belle in disbelief.
“What twenty thousand?”
“That was just me joking around with my sisters–in–law that day, and you took it seriously?”
Belle laughed coldly: “Joking? You all sounded pretty serious to me!”
“If you hadn’t played favorites! I never would’ve wanted to kill him!”
During New Year’s when relatives gathered together, they’d talked about the kids‘ futures.
Mom had indeed laughingly said she’d give Belle twenty thousand for her dowry when she got married, to let her make her own way.
Everyone there had taken it as a joke.
No one had imagined that Belle, sitting nearby, had carved those words deep into her heart.
Mom completely broke down, muttering to herself:
“It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have raised you, I shouldn’t have raised you, I killed my own son…”
Some bad seeds are just rotten to the core. Even if you ripped your heart out for them,
They’d only complain it wasn’t red enough, wasn’t warm enough.
After Dad got out of the hospital, the first thing he did was ask Mom for a divorce.
His attitude was unusually firm, with no room for negotiation.
Mom completely panicked. She grabbed Dad’s arm, desperately pleading, but Dad just coldly shook her off.
In desperation, she came to me.
Mom took my hand, crying as she begged: “Nina, will you help Mom talk to your dad?”
I coldly pulled my hand away: “Did you forget? You already cut ties with me.”
Mom fell to her knees, tears blurring her eyes.
“Nina, Mom knows she was wrong, Mom really knows she was wrong…”
I looked at her coldly, the same way she’d looked at me dying after pushing me down the stairs in my past life.
“What’s the point of knowing you were wrong now.”
Mom covered her face in pain, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
Six months later, I heard news about Mom again.
I heard that because of excessive drinking, during an important surgery, her hands shook terribly.
In the end, the patient died from excessive blood loss on the operating table.
The hospital fired her and revoked her medical license.
And she completely lost her mind.
