Page 2 of After my daughter’s suicide, I’m searching for the real culprit

I walked over to Rosie's side, toying with the scalpel in my hand.

I said to George, "I told you beforeEliza didn't commit suicide."

"George, I've already given you a chance. Whether you can save your daughter's life depends entirely on your choice. After all, blades are mercilessthey can hurt people."

I'll never forget how indifferent George looked when my seventh appeal was rejected.

I was so furious I screamed like a madwoman: "All this evidence was found on my daughter's bodyit's enough to prove someone committed a crime. I've appealed seven times and personally performed seven autopsies on Eliza. If that's still not enough, what evidence do you people need to reopen the case?"

But George just gave me a cold glance.

Then he said in that heartless, indifferent tone: "Freya, because you and Eliza are mother and daughter, the materials you've provided could be deliberately fabricated. They're insufficient to prove someone intentionally harmed Eliza."

His words made it crystal clearno matter how many times I appealed, it would be useless.

Even my lawyer shook his head helplessly and said, "Freya, just give up."

Give up?

But every time I thought of Eliza's face, I couldn't do it.

Seeing that I was actually about to use the knife on Rosie, everyone panicked.

Millie pleaded with me directly: "Don't hurt my child."

Then she turned to George, pushing him frantically while saying, "You need to have someone bring out the evidence, or Rosie's going to die!"

George frowned and took a deep breath.

He still refused to budge: "Freya, how many times do I have to tell you? Your daughter really did commit suicide."

But before he could finish speaking, the knife in my hand had already sliced off one of Rosie's ears. Blood flowed from the wound.

Even though she was drugged unconscious, Rosie's body still jerked violently from the pain.

I said coldly to George, "You now have six chances left."

Seeing that I had actually hurt Rosie, everyone went into full panic mode.

Millie nearly fainted from shock, screaming hysterically: "You psycho! Don't touch my childshe's innocent!"

George's eyes turned red with panic as he frantically called his superiors at the prosecutor's office for help.

The police were desperately trying every method to locate my position.

Too bad they couldn't find me.

The account I was using for the livestream was a verified account purchased overseasthey had no way of tracking my exact location in such a short time.

During the wait, the livestream chat was flooded with comments cursing me.

[She's pure evilshe belongs in hell!]

[Why didn't she die instead?]

[Police need to catch this criminal who's a danger to society!]

Countless people cursed me, but I didn't care.

As long as I could clear Eliza's name, I was willing to do anything.

I ignored all the abuse. Ten minutes later, George publicly released what they called their "investigation evidence" in the livestream channel.

I took one look at it, then turned and severed one of Rosie's thumbs.

Then I said to George, "You have five chances left."