My Mother Killed Me For Her Stepdaughter novel Chapter 85

"What? You're willing to lure Daniel out?" Andrew stared at me in disbelief.

"No, you're pregnant. I can't let you take that risk, and John would never agree."

"It's okay. Emily's death is connected to me as well. I can't rest until the killer is caught." I signaled to the junior officer nearby.

He looked away.

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"It'll be alright. Announcing Sophia's death will draw Daniel to the coffee shop for revenge." After some convincing, Andrew reluctantly agreed, but kept it from John.

After the police made their announcement, they set up surveillance outside my coffee shop.

For three days, there was no sign of Daniel. Just as everyone was starting to think he wouldn't show, an unusual customer arrived.

"Sorry, sir, we're closing. Please come back tomorrow." I kept my head down, busy with the cash register, without looking at him.

"Emily…" came the hoarse voice.

I looked up and saw Daniel's disturbing eyes—bloodshot and hollow, clearly showing the strain of the past ten days.

"Can I help you?" I asked, feigning confusion.

Without hesitation, Daniel pulled a knife from his sleeve and lunged at me, shouting: "Drop dead!"

I tried to retreat, but the space behind the register was tight. He forced me into a corner, pressing me against the counter.

I attempted to flee, but he overturned the register, blocking my escape.

He had intentionally killed Emily and tried to kill Sophia.

Before his execution, Daniel requested to see me, but I refused.

However, I had Andrew bring him something. After seeing it, Daniel committed suicide, and the item I gave him disappeared.

Andrew asked what had affected Daniel so deeply. I told him it was just a photo of us.

What I hadn't mentioned was that I had written two words on the back of the photo: Thank you.

John and I are preparing to move. While packing up the study, I found my application to change majors in university.

It read: Application to transfer from Psychology to Design.