The police station was surrounded by a throng of media.

“Mrs. Brown, are you aware that the victim is your own daughter?”

“Mrs. Brown, it’s been reported that you submitted proof of the murderer’s mental illness to the police.”

“How do you feel right now? Can you share your thoughts?”

“Sources reveal that you and your husband have been dissatisfied with Lydia. Is that true?”

“Prof. Brown, do you consider yourself a qualified father?”

Father’s face shifted from pale to flushed, his mouth opening and closing without finding the words. I stood to the side, a bitter smile on my lips. How could he possibly be a good father?

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