My Mother Killed Me For Her Stepdaughter novel Chapter 82

"After comparing the results, the skin tissue doesn't match Sophia," the junior officer said, throwing the report onto the table with frustration.

"How can that be? That woman looked suspicious and her smile was unnerving. I'm certain it was her," he insisted.

Andrew patted the officer on the shoulder: "Don't worry. There's no such thing as a perfect crime. If she's guilty, we'll find the evidence."

The disappearance of the surveillance footage was a key issue. The cameras were supposed to be discreet, known only to the convenience store owner.

…Yes! The convenience store owner!

Andrew immediately instructed the junior officer to investigate the owner, focusing on his past schools and workplaces. He needed to confirm something.

The next day, when the junior officer received the information, he was practically glowing.

"I knew this case was connected to Sophia."

"The owner's name is Daniel. He's from Sophia's hometown and was in the same high school class as her. I can't believe they're not involved!"

"I'm having them bring Sophia in right now. Let's see how she explains this!"

Andrew stopped the junior officer from leaving: "Wait, I'll handle this personally."

The junior officer, though puzzled, complied.

When the doorbell rang, I was reading a parenting book.

Seeing Andrew at the door didn't surprise me. I calmly invited him in.

I went to the kitchen, poured two glasses of water, and set one in front of him.

"Go ahead, what do you want to know?"

Andrew's face was serious as he gripped his glass tightly.

"Sophia, I respect you, but I'm a police officer…"

I interrupted: "I understand. Just ask what you need to know."

Andrew took a deep breath and asked: "Do you know Daniel?"

"Daniel? That name sounds familiar. Just a moment." I went upstairs, retrieved a photo, and brought it down.

I pointed to a boy in the photo: "That's Daniel."

"Because she was born prematurely and spent time in an incubator, they always felt I owed her everything. She got first pick of everything, and if she wanted something of mine, I had to give it up without question."

"Growing up, she didn't think it was unfair. She even started taking people close to me, and now her target was John."

My trembling hands were squeezing the cup so hard it was warping.

"I begged her to leave me alone. She said if I gave her thirty thousand dollars, she would leave and never return."

"I thought thirty thousand was a fair price for my peace of mind. So that night, I met her, gave her the money, and she promised not to show up again."

"I left after giving her the money. I truly don't know why she ended up dead." I was becoming emotional, and my stomach began to ache.

Andrew quickly tried to calm me down, weighing the truth of my words.

His phone rang, and he stepped out to take the call.

"Hello, we've located Emily's residence. Do you want to come and take a look?" the officer asked.

Andrew frowned and responded: "Bring the evidence to the station. I'm coming back now."

"Sophia, I need to go. If you remember anything else, come to the station and let me know." He said urgently before leaving.