Become a Murderer in Pursuit of Inheritance

On the way home during the May Day holiday, my parents had a car accident and died on the spot.

My husband rushed into the hall with our daughter at the funeral and pointed me as the murderer.

I had no chance to defend myself and he took out the inspection record of the accident vehicle.

It was stated that I tampered with the brake system and only my fingerprints were found on the car.

For a moment, I was deeply immersed in the vortex of public opinion and was subjected to online bullying.