Chapter 8

8

I thought she would target me first, but she actually drugged my son instead.

"If anything happens to my son, I'll chop that dead dog of yours into pieces and feed it to the pigs!"

Her triumph lasted barely a minute before the police pushed the door open, followed by several doctors.

Grace Lopez was stunned.

Medical staff rushed my son to the hospital immediately. Grace tried to get up and block them, but an officer forced her to the ground, where a pool of blood spread beneath her.

I walked over and showed her the evidence I had collected of her abusing my son during my absence.

She had assumed I would never check my son's body, so she had tormented him without restraint.

Leaning close to her ear, I whispered coldly, "You ungrateful wretch, you belong rotting in prison."

Fortunately, my son received timely medical care and was out of danger.

The doctor even mentioned that his consciousness was gradually returning, showing signs of waking.

Tears of relief streamed down my face.

While Grace was in custody, I hired cleaners to pack and discard every trace of her from the house.

In her closet, they found the decomposing corpse of the golden retriever. I told them to hand it over to the septic tank workers.

That filthy, vile creature deserved to rot in sewage.

With both disgusting presences gone from the house, I felt a wave of relief.

Over the following days, I provided my lawyer with every piece of evidence to ensure Grace received the maximum sentence. I wanted her to never recover from this.

Before her case was resolved, her parasitic parents showed up at my door.

At first, they played the victim, pleading for leniency for their cash-cow daughter.

"We're family, please forgive Grace just this once."

"She's just too naive and was tricked. Let us take her home, teach her some sense, and we'll return her to you properly tamed!"

I leaned against the doorframe, watching them coldly.

Grace's scandal had spread widely online. I had no idea how they still had the nerve to bargain with me.

I let out a scornful laugh and glanced sideways.

"Grace is going to prison, and that's final."

"If you know what's good for you, stay away. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to send you both to join her."

Seeing that I had torn off all pretenses, they dropped their act.

Grace's gambler mother made an outrageous demand. "A million dollars. Give us a million, and we'll act like we never had a daughter. Otherwise, we'll ruin the reputations of both you and your son!"

Her drunkard father chimed in. "Pay up, or we'll be at your door every day."

They threw a tantrum, expecting me to yield. I just rolled my eyes.

I held up my phone, playing the recording I had made. "Extorting over half a million carries a minimum sentence of ten years. Would you like the whole family to reunite behind bars?"

With that, I slammed the door shut, ignoring their howls outside.

I knew these vicious troublemakers wouldn't give up easily. To end this for good, I had to show them I wasn't someone they could push around.

I submitted the recording as evidence, and they were sentenced to fifteen days in jail.

Fifteen days wasn't much, but it was enough to intimidate them. They never bothered me again.

A month later, Grace's trial began.

In court, she tried every trick to evade guilt, but the evidence and videos left no room for denial.

She could only glare at me with pure hatred.

"You old hag, this is all your fault! I curse you to die a painful death!"

"And that half-dead son of yours will join Liam in hell soon enough."

I had never seen such shamelessness. It was truly eye-opening.

I couldn't be bothered to waste words on her. I didn't even grant her a glance.

Just as the judge was about to announce the verdict, Grace summoned some insane strength, lunged forward, and stabbed my neck with a pen from the table.

"Let's all die together!"

Officers quickly restrained her.

Miraculously, the pen missed my artery.

Grace, however, faced a heavier sentence and was ultimately given the death penalty.

On the day of her execution, the hospital called.

My son had woken up.

His first words were an apology.

It turned out that even in his vegetative state, he had been aware of everything Grace had done.