Last Life, She Laughed While I Died. This Life, She’ll Cry While I Watch Chapter 08
Mandy looked at me and still tried to force out one last denial.
“I didn’t steal anything. She’s framing me.”
I was too tired to waste words on her, so I pulled up the video of her being forced out of college and
handed my phone to the woman.
The woman took it and watched for barely two seconds before her expression soured.
“You shameless little liar. You were expelled, and you still had the nerve to come here as a tutor?
You almost ruined my son.”
The officer frowned and pulled the woman back, lowering his voice.
“Please don’t get physical.”
Then the police gave Mandy no more chances to argue and escorted her into the patrol car.
Behind us, the woman was still yelling furiously.
“You liar! Don’t you ever come to my house again.”
At the police station, I said coldly, “Return my things and compensate me for the damages.”
Mandy rolled her eyes and scoffed.
“So what if I borrowed your stuff? Do you have to be this petty?”
With that, she took off the wrinkled coat right in front of me and threw it at my feet.
I picked it up with a frown and shook it out, my voice cold.
“Where’s the necklace?”
Mandy smirked.
“I threw it away. It was just some cheap knockoff necklace. Are you seriously making this big a deal
over it?”
My scalp went numb, and it felt like all the blood in my body had rushed straight to my head. Forcing down my anger, I took the receipt for the sapphire necklace out of my bag and slapped it
onto the table.
“Open your damn eyes and see how much it’s worth.”
Mandy glanced at the receipt and froze for half a second. Then she suddenly shot to her feet and
pointed at my face.
“You forged this, didn’t you? You’re just trying to extort me. You must be out of your mind from being broke.”
The officer banged a hand on the table and snapped, “Mandy Taylor. We already verified the receip
It’s real. Hand it over.”
Mandy flinched from the shout. Her eyes started darting around, and she stammered, “I… I sold it.”
I frowned.
“How much did you sell it for?”
She lowered her head and muttered, “Five hundred dollars.”
The moment she said that, everyone in the room was so furious they almost laughed.
The officer rubbed his temple helplessly.
“You sold a necklace worth several million for five hundred dollars?”
Hearing that, I almost laughed too, but more than anything, my heart ached.
It was the eighteenth birthday gift my mother had given me, and Mandy had treated it like garbage.
The police wasted no more time and contacted the buyer directly.
Before long, a well-dressed middle-aged woman hurried over with the sapphire necklace clutched in her hand. The moment she came in, she apologized again and again.
“I really didn’t know it was stolen. She said she urgently needed money, so I bought it.”
The officer took the necklace and handed it to me.
I held it in my hand. The cool gemstone pressed against my palm, finally soothing a little of my
anger.
This time, Mandy had nothing left to say.
Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and two figures stumbled in.
They were Mandy’s parents.
Their clothes had been washed until the fabric was faded, and there was still mud on the hems of
their pants. One look was enough to tell they were honest, hardworking farmers.
The moment Mandy’s mother saw her daughter in handcuffs, she dropped to her knees and cried.
“Officer, please let my daughter go. She’s young and foolish.”
Mandy’s father’s eyes were red too. He grabbed my hand and begged, “Miss, we’ll pay. Even if we have to sell everything we own, we’ll pay you back.”
Looking at her two aging parents, I felt a bitter weight in my chest.
But before I could speak, Mandy exploded.
She shot to her feet and pointed at her parents, screaming, “Get out. I don’t need you butting in.”
“It’s because you’re both dirt poor that I became this obsessed with money. This is all your fault.”
Her parents froze in place.
The next second, Mandy’s mother covered her face and broke down sobbing. Mandy’s father reached out with trembling hands to pull her back, but she shoved him away.
Mandy turned and glared at me, hatred burning in her eyes.
“Savannah Shaw, you ruined me. I hope you die horribly.”
I was too tired to care. I turned to leave.
But just as I took one step, I heard a sudden frantic movement behind me.
I looked back and saw that Mandy had somehow grabbed a box cutter from the table. Her eyes were
wild as she lunged straight at me.
My heart lurched, but it was already too late to dodge.
At the last second, Mandy’s mother rushed forward and shielded me with her own body.
The blade went straight into her throat. Blood sprayed out at once.
She collapsed to the floor, clutching her neck as she struggled to speak.
“I… didn’t want her to keep making mistakes…”
Mandy froze.
The knife fell from her hand, and her whole body went limp as a gut-wrenching scream tore out of
her.
In the end, Mandy was convicted of murder and sentenced to life in prison.
Later, whenever people asked whether I regretted what happened, I always gritted my teeth and
said no.
Mandy had brought it on herself. What was there for me to regret?
I only hoped that in her next life, Mandy’s mother would never have a daughter like her again.
As for my own future, everything would finally be all right.
