Amber took a deep breath and slowly opened the door to enter the court room.
It was the last day of her mother's trial. What would be the result? Did the evidence support her claims really well?
Regardless, Amber confidently sat in the front of the court room. She was just half a meter away from her mother— enjoying the sight, Amber couldn't help but bitterly chuckled. Just how twisted her family was?
'Can't you just believe it? My bloodline was a bunch of murderers', she thought while tears streamed from the corners of her eyes.
Antonette looked over her shoulder with a dismay in her eyes. She stared at her daughter, the feeling of betrayal swallowed her up as their gazes locked on each other.
"Why?" Antonette asked as they stopped in front of Amber. Two policemen were holding both of her arms and her wrists were bound by handcuffs. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because you're in the wrong. And you deserve it."
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