7

I was stunned for a moment, and the live camera took the opportunity to hit my face. I was afraid that my parents would be cyberbullied because of me, so I hurriedly asked them to leave first. But my mother's face was full of tears, and she refused to leave no matter what. She blamed herself to the point of collapse, and kept saying that she would atone for Raymond on my behalf.

At this time, the police who went to perform an autopsy on my mother-in-law also rushed to the scene to help maintain order, and the reporters were taken away one by one. The security guards of the hospital were also alarmed and surrounded the door. The ward finally calmed down.

Dad hugged Mom into his arms and comforted her silently, but his hands kept sliding on the screen of his mobile phone. The next second, he threw the phone in front of me. After their identities were exposed online, they were fired from their units. Neighbors in the community also asked them to get out of the community, saying that living here would lower the housing prices in the community and pollute the air in the community. In order to force them to leave, someone even smashed the door of my house and cut the surveillance network cable. My house was smashed into a mess, and I couldn't even find a place to stay. My parents were forced to find me here.

After showing his face in the live broadcast room, he attracted a lot of scolding. I knew the power of the Internet and hesitated for two seconds before speaking: "Dad, believe me, I didn't do those things. The truth will come out, but not now. You and my mom should find a hotel to stay in first. When everything is settled, I will go and confess to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the policeman pushed the door open with a cold look in his eyes.

"The autopsy results are out. A large amount of sleeping pills and pesticide residues were found in the deceased's stomach, and the body was covered with scars of abuse. The possibility of suicide has been preliminarily ruled out. Please cooperate with the police investigation and tell us everything you know." The police said seriously.

Dad sighed and said disappointedly: "Just accept it. Your mother and I will treat you as if we don't have a daughter like you. You have done something wrong and you have to bear the consequences yourself." After saying this, he hugged his mother and left the ward.

I clearly heard them sincerely apologize to everyone at the door, saying that they had an unshirkable responsibility for teaching their daughter like this. They would no longer care about my life or death, as long as Raymond was satisfied, he could do whatever he wanted. Because my parents admitted their mistakes sincerely, the scolding outside gradually subsided.

I took out my phone from under the pillow and saw that after the news of my miscarriage was exposed, netizens cheered and said that I had been punished for my evil deeds, cheating and killing people, and I didn't deserve to have my own children. However, being beaten to miscarriage was far from enough. They even launched a vote online, asking the police to shoot me. The voices were getting louder and louder.

When the police came in with a pen and paper, I looked up and asked, "Where's Raymond?" The police didn't even look at me, but frowned impatiently, "He went home to collect the deceased's belongings and prepare for the deceased's funeral. What does it have to do with you? Your job is to confess. Are you going to ask him to plead for you?"

But I knew that he was not going to collect my mother-in-law's belongings. My mother-in-law had nothing at home, and most of her belongings were in her hometown. Raymond was just busy putting the remaining pesticides into my closet. So I took out my mother-in-law's previous medical examination reports from my bag and handed them to the police.