Chapter 3

The knife tip hovered over Chris's other wrist.

Jacob stood before the camera looking pained. "I care about your father's death more than anyone. I had people investigate thoroughly. This matter truly has nothing to do with Chris."

I looked at him in disbelief. "You always said before that my dad definitely didn't commit suicide. Now you think this?"

Jacob sighed heavily. "Steve, you need to respect the facts. All the evidence points to suicide."

"I think you're the ones not respecting the facts!" I pointed at the camera, my emotions somewhat out of control. "That was my father! And your childhood friend!"

"Years ago when the Jacob family nearly went bankrupt, it was my father who gave you his life savings to help you through!"

"He lived his whole life honorably. In his later years, he was passionate about fitness and travel. Someone who loved life that much—how could he possibly commit suicide!"

Jacob frowned. "Steve, people change. Maybe he just suddenly couldn't think straight."

I laughed.

I yanked the cloth from Chris's mouth. "I think you're the ones who've changed."

"Help—" Chris had barely gotten the word out when I grabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open.

I picked up the pliers and aimed at his teeth.

One, two, three.

The floor was covered with teeth I'd forcibly pulled out, trailing blood.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Chris's roar was heart-wrenching, nearly causing him to lose consciousness.

Jacob panicked too, shouting at the camera: "Enough! Stop! Steve! Stop it!!"

After pulling out the last front tooth, Chris's mouth streamed with blood. He went completely limp, his body shaking like a sieve.

"Chris..." Jacob instinctively called out, his eyes full of heartache.

I stared intently at the screen. "What's this, Jacob? You know him well?"

Jacob froze for a moment.

He immediately resumed that righteous expression. "Steve! You're disgracing your father!"

I sneered and glanced at my watch. "You've already wasted three chances."

"Round four. Ten minutes. Timer starts now."

I sat back down in the chair, leisurely toying with the blood-stained pliers.

Lester paced back and forth before the camera like a cat on a hot tin roof.

With thirty seconds left, I began the countdown: "29, 28, 27..."

"There's no such will as you claim! What exactly do you want me to hand over!" Lester was going mad.

The netizens were also indignant:

[If it really existed, anyone in this situation would hand it over! You're forcing Lawyer Lester to forge evidence!]

[Exactly! He's trying to ruin Lawyer Lester's career!]

[This man's heart is too vicious!]

"5, 4..."

"Steve!!"

"3, 2..."

"Steve, get a grip!"

"1..."

"Daddy!"

A childish voice suddenly rang out.

My whole body stiffened. I stood up quickly. "Weber..."