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"Fake! This surveillance footage must be fake!" Su Wan suddenly screamed. "Sister... she hates me. She must have colluded with that doctor to create this fake video to frame me!"
Tears streamed down her face, her once exquisite makeup now a mess. The bloodstains from where Mother Su had grabbed her added to her disheveled appearance, making her look both pitiful and desperate.
I floated in the air, watching her in this state, and couldn't help but find it amusing.
Even at this point, she still wanted to argue? Still trying to shift the blame onto me?
Su Wan threw herself at Father Su and Mother Su's feet, tightly hugging their legs as she pleaded, "Dad, Mom, you have to believe me! I didn't harm Sister! This video is fake; they forged it! Think about it—Sister has always hated me. How could she not resent me? She must be trying to get back at me by doing this on purpose!"
Father Su and Mother Su, who had been pale with anger, showed a hint of wavering after hearing Su Wan's words.
They looked down at the sobbing Su Wan, their expressions complex, as if they were hesitating and struggling.
After all, she was their beloved daughter for over a decade. Even if she had done something wrong, how could they truly bring themselves to blame her?
Moreover, what Su Wan said wasn't entirely without reason.
In life, I indeed had a poor relationship with her; one could say we were like fire and water. They seemed to have forgotten that Su Wan was merely an adopted daughter while I was their biological child.
This was also Su Wan's cleverness—after being adopted, she changed her surname and for over ten years presented herself as if she were their biological daughter.
Lu Jing Shen stood nearby, his brow furrowed and his expression dark as thunder.
He looked at Su Wan with eyes filled with suspicion and disgust, but more than that, there was an indescribable complexity in his emotions.
"Surveillance can be faked; what about Ashes?" The doctor coldly interjected, cutting off Su Wan's cries. "Miss Su, you don't really think even Ashes can be fabricated, do you?"
He stepped in front of Lu Jing Shen, his tone calm yet firm. "Mr. Lu, if you don't trust the surveillance footage, you can have professionals authenticate it. As for Ms. Su Qingqian's Ashes, relevant institutions can conduct tests on them too. The truth isn't determined by words but by evidence."
The doctor's words struck like a heavy hammer against Father Su and Mother Su's hearts.
They finally remembered that, besides the surveillance footage, there was also the undeniable evidence of the Ashes.
If the Ashes were real, it meant that I had truly been cremated.
And Su Wan had indeed sent me into the Incinerator with her own hands.
"Go investigate... go find out..." Father Su's voice trembled as he exerted all his strength to utter those words.
He looked at Lu Jing Shen, his eyes filled with a hint of pleading. "Jing Shen, you... you go check on Qing Qian's Ashes... see... see if it's true..."
Lu Jing Shen remained silent, merely nodding slightly.
He took out his phone and dialed a number, his voice deep and cold. "Help me look into something..."
After hanging up, he turned to Su Wan, his gaze icy. "Su Wan, if the Ashes are real, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Su Wan's body jolted as her face turned pale as paper.
She opened her mouth as if to say something but ultimately said nothing at all.
I watched them, feeling a chill in my heart.
They were finally starting to doubt, finally beginning to seek the truth.
But what good would it do?
Even if they found out the Ashes were real, even if they proved Su Wan's guilt, I could never return.
I looked at Lu Jing Shen; his calmness and decisiveness at this moment felt foreign to me.
Once upon a time, he had been just as indifferent towards me, perhaps even more so.
But now, he goes to such great lengths to uncover the cause of my death.
Is it out of guilt? Or has he finally realized that he actually loves me?
Unfortunately, it is all too late.
I drift quietly, watching this farce unfold.
I want to see their expressions when all the truths are laid bare before them.
Will they be in unbearable pain, or will they regret their past choices?
Or perhaps they will continue to deceive themselves, living in the lies they have woven?
I suddenly find myself looking forward to witnessing their breakdown, eager to see them pay for their actions.
Maybe this is the best consolation for me.
After all, I am already dead; no amount of truth or regret can change that fact.
Yet they must continue to live, enduring the torment of their conscience and the condemnation of morality.
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