Dad’s Regret After Killing Me for Ex’s Daughter Chapter 10
Not Scarlett, not my girl, it can’t be,” he repeated, his voice breaking.
The pack medical examiner arrived within minutes, her face grim as she surveyed the scene. She knelt beside what remained of me, careful not to disturb the evidence.
“The victim has been dead for several weeks, based on the state of decomposition,” she stated clinically.
“And these burns…” She examined the charred portions of my remains. “These weren’t caused by a single event. The pattern suggests repeated exposure to flame.”
The chief enforcer’s expression darkened. “The fire house. It’s designed to spray fire at intervals.”
“That would be consistent with what I’m seeing,” the examiner confirmed. “This wasn’t an accident or a single act of violence. This was prolonged torture.”
The chief enforcer approached, but before he could speak, my father grabbed him by the leg.
“Chief, this isn’t real, is it? This isn’t my daughter, right?” His voice was desperate.
A spark of hope glinted in his eyes, suddenly looking like a concerned father worried about his child.
But the chief kicked his hand away and pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs, snapping them around my father’s wrists.
“Mr. Morgan, your former housekeeper came to headquarters with a report that you murdered and concealed your daughter’s body. He also provided testimony from three other housekeepers.”
The chief held up his phone. “I’m sorry to say, but this is indeed your daughter.”
“Impossible! It can’t be! My daughter isn’t dead, she can’t be!” My father struggled violently against his restraints, his eyes wild with desperation. “She must be hiding somewhere, playing a trick with a fake body!”
I stood silently beside him, watching his frantic denial.
Father, in this moment as the handcuffs close around your wrists, are you afraid of losing everything because you’ll be imprisoned for murder? Or are you finally realizing that I, your daughter, have truly vanished from this world forever?
“Mr. Morgan, I’ve seen hundreds of bodies in my career. I know the difference between real and fake. Save your explanations for headquarters,” the chief said coldly.
As the enforcers began leading him away, my father suddenly broke free from their grip with the desperate strength of a cornered wolf. He lunged toward what remained of my body, trying to gather me in his arms.
“No, don’t! My body is already decayed enough. Do you want to damage it further? Just let me have some dignity in death,” I pleaded uselessly from beside him.
The enforcers quickly restrained him again, more forcefully this time. As they dragged him away, he cried out, ” Scarlett, daddy’s sorry! Please come back! I was wrong, so wrong!”
Even as they took him to the detention center, he continued mumbling that his daughter couldn’t be dead.
A younger enforcer watched with disgust. “He was ruthless enough when he killed her, but now he’s sorry? What an act. Murderers pay with their lives.”
The autopsy results came back quickly, DNA testing confirmed without doubt that the remains were mine.
The chief brought this news to my father at the detention center. “Bodies can be faked, but DNA doesn’t lie. Face reality-Scarlett is dead, killed by your own hands.”
My father stood frozen, then suddenly collapsed as if all strength had drained from his body. He slumped to the floor of his cell.
“I didn’t want this,” he whispered. “I never meant to kill her. I just wanted to teach her a lesson. Why didn’t she call for help?”
The chief pulled out another report. “You think she didn’t try? Her mouth was gagged by your orders-how could she call out? There’s a large hole in her skull where the bone fractured. Do you know how she got that? She was trying to escape. She broke her own skull trying to break through the fire house door.”
“She smashed her head until her skull shattered. Did you hear that?”
My father closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face. Then he stood up, his posture suddenly resolute.” You’re right. I killed Scarlett. I request that the pack council sentence me to death.”
“The death penalty isn’t yours to decide. The law will determine your punishment,” the chief replied coldly before walking away.
One final question remained: who had been impersonating me after my death, even going so far as to hire rogue wolves?
The pack enforcers quickly focused their investigation on Amber.
In the interrogation room, she initially denied taking my writing set, until enforcers found it hidden in the water
tank of her bathroom toilet.
With the evidence against her mounting, she had no choice but to confess.
The enforcers immediately connected this to the attack on Elise, which she eventually admitted to orchestrating.
Elise came to see her daughter, accompanied by a lawyer. She still didn’t know that her own child was responsible for the death of her unborn son.
When the enforcers revealed the truth, Elise’s face crumpled in shock and disbelief.
“Why? That was your own brother! How does hurting him benefit you?” she cried out, her voice breaking.
Amber laughed with a disturbing wildness in her eyes. “What brother? Wasn’t I enough? I finally got rid of Scarlett, and the Morgan pack should have been just for us two. Why did you have to get pregnant and bring in another heir to compete with me for the inheritance?”
Her ambition had never been as simple as a car or a room-she had wanted the entire Morgan fortune.
Elise had never imagined her daughter could be so ruthless. She had initially come to help get Amber released,
but now abandoned that hope.
Amber was charged with conspiracy and assault, receiving a 20-year sentence in the pack’s silver prison. As for my father, having murdered me, he faced only one possible outcome.
On the day of his trial, I attended, perching on the edge of the judge’s bench directly across from him.
He had lost considerable weight, and his hair had turned noticeably grayer.
He offered no defense against the death sentence, accepting it with quiet resignation.
When it was all over, I felt strangely purposeless, unsure what to do next.
I returned to the mansion, finding it nearly empty. Elise had been forced out by my mother’s family, who had reclaimed their property.
She had left without taking a single coin.
I lay down on my bed, feeling my spirit growing increasingly weightless. Then I saw the Moon Goddess.
Suddenly, I sensed another presence beside the Moon Goddess. Turning my head, I was amazed to see my
mother.
