âUncle Jimenez, letâs keep walking,â Audrey said, supporting Mr. Jimenez as they moved forward,
leaving Clarissa behind.
It was clear that Audrey didnât want to acknowledge Clarissa. Although she was born and raised in
this house for seven or eight years, after being away for forty or fifty years, she no longer felt
connected to it.
Clarissa followed, her face dark. As the current matriarch of the Farrell family, she felt it was her
duty to accompany the guests.
âWhy are you following us?â Audrey asked bluntly.
Clarissa, her expression stern, replied, âAudrey, is this how you talk to your elders? I am your
second aunt.â
Audrey responded, âYes, youâre my second aunt, but youâre also the person who killed my parents.
Do I have to be polite to the one who murdered them?â
âAudrey!â Clarissa snapped, unable to take the constant provocation.
As the head of the family for decades, Clarissa had a temper, and her patience was running thin.
âYou keep saying I killed my sister. Whereâs your proof? If you have evidence, show it!
Otherwise, itâs just slander. I could sue you for defaming me! The man youâre holding, Jimenez, was
my sisterâs assistant. After she died, he vanished. That makes him suspicious. Why did he
disappear for decades? Because heâs guilty! He mustâve tampered with my sisterâs car, causing her
death. When I tried to track him down, he ran. Now heâs back, trying to twist the truth and stir
trouble.â
As expected, Clarissa turned the accusations against Mr. Jimenez.
Audrey, staying calm, said to her son, âClive, bring out the evidence Mr. Jimenez has kept. Letâs
show everyone here tonight how this woman, my âgoodâ second aunt, who my mother raised,
betrayed her and killed both her elder and younger sisters.â
Liberty spoke up, âAunt, I have the evidence here.â She pulled out the documents Mr. Jimenez had
safeguarded for decades.
Despite the years, the papers and photos were well preserved, showing the care Mr. Jimenez had
taken to protect them. Now, everyone could see them.
The documents were statements Mr. Jimenez had gathered from witnesses after uncovering the
truth. Though those people were long gone, the photos showed Clarissa meeting with the person
who killed the head of the family and exchanging money afterward.
While the evidence wasnât entirely conclusive, it was compelling enough to suggest Clarissaâs
involvement in her sisterâs murder.
Liberty handed the evidence to the reporters and members of the Farrell family, letting everyone
take a look.
Clarissaâs face twisted with anger, unable to find the right words. She wanted to grab the evidence
but was too nervous. The yard was filled with people, and under the bright lights, everyone could
see her every move. If she snatched the evidence, it would be impossible to hide her guilt.
The reporters were snapping photos, capturing everything.
Clarissa stood up straight, trying to appear unbothered. But inside, she was panicking, thinking, âMr.
Dunn, hurry up! Pour the gasoline, light the fire, and burn them all!â