Chapter 2

A document was quickly submitted through police channels—a scanned copy of a will.

But I only glanced at it once before grabbing the pen on the table and viciously stabbing it into the back of Chris's hand.

"Ahhh—!"

A scream came from Chris's gagged mouth.

He threw his head back in despair. Blood gushed from the wound on his hand, and his uninjured eye was full of terror.

"Steve!!" Lester rushed to the camera, her eyes bloodshot. "I already handed it over! Why did you still attack him!"

I printed out that so-called "new will" and waved it at the camera. "You think I'm a three-year-old? This will leaves all our family assets to you and only gives me an apartment in the suburbs. I'm his biological son. Do you think that's reasonable?"

After speaking, I threw the paper on the floor and ground it viciously under my high heel, staring at the screen with cold eyes. "Lester, trying to placate me with something like this is useless."

Lester's face went another shade paler.

The netizens were completely enraged:

[I heard his dad was often abused by him when he was alive! If he really submitted a will leaving all the inheritance to you, that would be the forgery!]

[Lawyer Lester's professionalism and character are renowned in the industry! You're the one full of lies and a murderer!]

[Let that poor caregiver go!]

I just smiled contemptuously and checked my watch. "Dear, you have six minutes left this time."

Lester braced her hands on the desk, staring at me intently. "The case is already settled. What exactly do you want me to hand over!"

"You know perfectly well." I returned her stare coldly. "If you really care so much about your Uncle Chris, stop wasting time and submit the real evidence!"

Lester bit her teeth hard. "If I really wanted to deceive you, I could've just hired some third-rate lawyer to handle it. Why would I waste six years of my time personally defending him!"

I raised my chin. "That's something you need to ask yourself."

The online abuse became even fiercer. Countless people accused me of being depraved and unworthy of such a devoted wife as Lester.

The police negotiation expert also kept sending me private messages, trying to shake my resolve.

I just sat leisurely beside Chris, stepping on the pool of blood, watching my watch.

"Time's up." I stood up.

Chris's eyes widened in terror as he looked at me.

"Steve, stop!"

A commanding voice rang out. I whipped my head around.

A dignified, authoritative figure stood before the camera. I froze.

It was my father-in-law, Jacob.

"Steve, I personally followed your father's case. I went to the police station no less than a hundred times. Things really aren't what you think."