Chapter 366

Suddenly, she lunged at Brielle, her face contorted with rage. “Bitch! Give me back my daughter!”

Luckily, her charge lacked force, and Brielle simply stepped back, quick on her feet, which sent the woman tumbling to the ground.

About four people had come with her, and they were visibly agitated upon seeing me. “It’s you! You killed little Sarah! You are a murderer. How can Dorsey International shelter a murderer!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the woman on the ground burst into even more pitiful sobs. “My poor, poor child, how did you end up with such a boss? Dorsey International must give us some answers!”

It was clear that this woman was Sarah’s mother, while the man who had spoken was Sarah’s father.

eves ac Greed flickered in the man’s he also began to cry. “Dorsey International can’t bully people like this. We need an explanation today – my daughter can’t just die without reason. It must have been her boss who drove her to death. Brielle is the murderer! How can such a prestigious company as Dorsey International protect a killer?”

Their cries grew louder, each trying to outdo the other, and the two family members who had come along were just as adept at shedding tears.

It was now lunchtime, and employees from other departments were also gathering around to see what the commotion was about.

Brielle pressed her lips together, uncertain, and asked, “Sarah’s dead?”

Brielle didn’t have much of an impression of Sarah. If it weren’t for her repeated targeting. Brielle would not have paid her any attention.

To other employees, Sarah, like many young people, often spoke of not wanting to live, yet in reality, she clung to life dearly.

Brielle even thought that Sarah might’ve played a victim card next, forcing Dorsey International’s higher–ups to fire her, but Brielle never thought Sarah would die.

She died so suddenly.

Hearing Brielle’s words, the woman collapsed even more dramatically. “Oh, my daughter, my unfortunate child. You were bullied to death all because I’m useless. We should never have agreed to you joining Dorsey International. We worked so hard to send you to college, only for you to be taken from us so abruptly- what am I going to do now?”

Her wails grew louder as if trying to draw all the attention to herself. The two other people even took out a framed photo of Sarah, clutching it to their chests. The photo was in black and white.

Seeing that the audience was sizable, the woman cried with even more fervor. “I slaved and scrimped to get you through college, thinking you would make something of yourself, but now you’ve ended up with such a boss. Oh, god, why are you so blind?”

Standing beside the wailing woman, Sarah’s father, Simon, covered his face with his hands and started to weep heartbrokenly.

The department’s staff looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Only Brielle watched this spectacle unfold and then asked a colleague, “Where’s the security?” Weren’t there a bunch of security guards downstairs? How on earth did these people get in?

Hearing Brielle’s question, Simon looked up furiously. “You want to throw us out? Do you have any idea how long my little Sarah’s body was in the water? You must compensate us for our loss! I was counting on my daughter for my golden years, and you’ve cut off our lifeline!”

Simon reached out to grab Brielle as he spoke. Brielle dodged and stared at him. “Who says I killed Sarah?”

The woman, still weeping, glared at Brielle with resentment. “Everyone knows it was you. How would Sarah have suddenly lost hope if you hadn’t pressured her so much?”

Brielle narrowed her eyes. “Sarah left a message in the group chat asking for help, then something happened. Why do you think she took her own life in despair?”

This was a glaring contradiction. Screenshots of Sarah’s cry for help had been shared in numerous chat groups. Would someone planning to commit suicide leave such a message in a chat group?

Caught by Brielle’s question, a brief flicker of panic crossed the woman’s eyes, but then she cried even harder. “If you hadn’t treated Sarah that way, she wouldn’t have been in such a bad mood. Even if she was murdered, it’s still your fault!”

The man chimed in, supporting her. “Yes! Maybe it was you who killed Sarah! You must give us an explanation, or we will make such a scene that the whole of Dorsey International will know. We’ll affect Dorsey International’s stock price! Everyone will condemn you, heartless woman!”

Brielle found another flaw in their words. Sarah’s parents didn’t seent like highly educated folks, so how could they know that making a scene could impact Dorsey International’s stock price? First, they claimed Sarah had committed suicide, then insistently accused Brielle of the deed. Their aim was clear – to pin everything on Brielle.

Brielle’s mind raced with thoughts, though her expression remained calm. She’d already thought of a strategy.

The true puppeteer here wasn’t Sarah; as the one who’d lost the most, death had taken everything from her. Given Sarah’s character, which was brash enough to act out in front of her superiors, she didn’t have the cunning to play such a complex game. So, the conclusion was simple. Sarah was just a pawn to someone else.

As for the mastermind behind the scenes, Brielle couldn’t pinpoint them yet, but for now, she could start by clearing her own name of suspicion.