The police officer who knew the inside story couldn't bear to see it and advised, "Let bygones be bygones. How do you know that Rosa is not in pain and regret?"
Hearing someone mention the past, my father instantly gritted his teeth.
"She's in pain? She regrets it? No way! If it weren't for her unreasonable behavior back then, how could Lisa have died? And Lisa died so miserably. It was all because of her!"
Everyone fell silent, knowing that Lisa Hart was my mother. Dad took Chelsea into the police station, and others followed slowly.
Only I stood still, trembling and recalling the past.
At that time, Chelsea's whole family was killed by some criminal.
My parents felt sorry for her, so they went through the adoption process and brought her here to live with us.
They were worried that she wouldn't adapt to the new family and wouldn't feel a sense of belonging, so Dad unconditionally asked me to give her all my toys and everything else I had.
I always did as he said even though the doll was my favorite.
It was also the only thing left to me by my grandma.
But Chelsea didn't cherish it. She shaved off all the doll's hair and tore its dress in front of me. I was very heartbroken and snatched my doll back.
She cried loudly, attracting Dad's attention, and said I'd rather destroy the doll before letting her have it.
Mom quickly said that she would go to the toy store and buy a new one for Chelsea.
But Mom had a car accident on the way. The car was deformed, and she was burned alive in the car.
In an instant, our family collapsed mostly.
When Dad came back after dealing with everything, he slapped me hard and even wanted to vent all his anger on me.
"Why are you so selfish? Couldn't you just let Chelsea have the toy? Are you happy now, causing Lisa to die? Mark my words. Remember clearly! It's you who killed your own mother!"
He blamed me for my mom's death. For a long time, I really thought I had killed my mom.
I regretted it and was in so much pain. I figured I should go kill myself.
Fortunately, my classmates and teachers kept an eye on me and prevented me from attempting suicide several times.
It was not until I thought it through that I suddenly realized that it was actually Chelsea who was wrong. What was more, she instigated me to die several times.
I told my father, but instead of believing me, he was furious with me.
He thought I was so wicked.