Mrs.'s Garden（5）
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After Rose's death, Jack told Anna everything.
Not only did Anna not leave him, but she immediately decided to run away with him.
Anna, who had never been interested in romance or men before, once she fell in love with someone, could become so obsessed to this extent.
For a moment, I didn't know who to blame.
That night, when Dan returned home and turned on the lights, he saw Rose lying in a pool of blood in the living room.
He was terrified on the spot.
Neighbors heard the news and came over, quickly calling the police.
The home's security cameras captured most of the crime process, and the police quickly found Jack and Anna.
They had driven to the mountains in the outskirts of the city and jumped off a cliff in front of the police, dying for love.
Jack knew he couldn't escape legal punishment, and Anna was willing to die with him.
I always thought I valued Anna, but I didn't know she had such an intense and tragic side to her.
I was so focused on getting revenge on Rose, on letting Rose destroy herself.
I didn't anticipate that this would also destroy the only light in my life.
I had calculated everything, except for how intense and tragic love could be to this extent.
Yes, I had struggled for so many years, guarded for so many years, I only knew how to scheme about people's hearts, to compete and contend.
I had long forgotten what love was.
For love and freedom, what they could do had far exceeded my calculations.
I finally broke down on this blood-red carpet, tears falling in large drops.
15
At this moment, outside my front door, many reporters and self-media people had gathered after hearing the news.
Family feud in a wealthy household, mother-daughter crime of passion, bizarre ethics, dying for love.
Each was a sensational enough headline; of course, they didn't want to miss out.
"If you need, we can help you drive the reporters away," the police said thoughtfully.
I wiped my tears, then waved my hand, indicating it wasn't necessary.
I had already lost Anna; I couldn't lose my career too.
If this matter wasn't handled well, it might turn into a dangerous public relations crisis.
By then, it would be too late to remedy.
It's better to take action now to define the narrative, nipping everything in the bud.
To the outside world, I'm now a pitiful man whose wife and daughter died unjustly, and whose son went mad.
And the source of all this is Jack, the outside intruder.
He had already lost his parents, and after becoming an adult, he had little contact with the relatives who raised him. No one would jump out to persistently defend him.
So I just need to push everything onto him to minimize the damage.
I will portray him as a crazy, angry, obsessive young man. His excellence in studies and polite demeanor were just his disguise.
He pursued Anna desperately but failed, so he angrily tried to kidnap Anna.
Rose was a mother who only wanted to protect her daughter. To protect her daughter from harm, she bravely stood in front of her.
She took the knife for her daughter, then watched helplessly as her daughter was kidn*pped by Jack, while she died tragically in her own living room.
Jack knew he couldn't escape, so he forced Anna to jump off the cliff with him to commit suicide.
And Dan is that innocent son who was implicated, driven to mental instability by the sight of his mother's corpse.
This story is good.
It has a tragic mother, a pitiful young girl, a vicious villain, a weak son - all the elements that can stir people's hearts are present.
Only in this way can we minimize the impact of this bizarre murder case on me and the group.
If the truth leaks out, in the future, whenever people see our group, they will only think of debauchery and bloody murder.
That is absolutely unacceptable.
Of course, there are loopholes in this story, but that doesn't matter. It's enough to keep the public chewing on it for a while.
After this period, naturally, new news will appear, and by then, no one will care about this matter anymore.
I take a deep breath, letting tears fill my eyes again.
I adjust my expression to the most haggard, most broken, most painful state.
Everyone who sees me will think I'm a pitiful man who has suddenly lost his family and is in unbearable pain.
They're not wrong.
But the reality is far from that...
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