The police arrived after my parents reported the incident and carried the half–dead individuals away on stretchers.
As for me, I was sent back to the mental hospital.
They launched an investigation into the fire at the bar that night.
It turned out that Ava had found those people and enlisted them to help stage a performance, trying to drag me back into the abyss.
She couldn’t wait any longer, she wanted to take my place and marry Noah.
Using a phone number from a public telephone and surveillance footage from the surrounding area, the police finally cracked the case.
However, during their inspection of the fire scene, they discovered that those individuals were already covered in injuries before they were burned beyond recognition.
But the bodies had been so badly disfigured by the flames that no viable DNA evidence could be retrieved.
As a result, the police could only conclude that the four had been bribed to harm me, a patient with bipolar disorder, but ended up bringing about their own demise and dying in the fire. Meanwhile, based on evidence found in Noah’s assistant’s phone, the police uncovered the crimes those four had committed against my sister six months ago.
At last, my sister’s name was cleared.
Public outrage turned toward Noah, branded a beast and Ava, deemed greedy and malicious.
Even Noah wife came under fire, condemned as heartless, foolish and a bully who had tormented her own daughter–in–law.
The four conspirators now lay in intensive care, barely alive, unaware that the Carter Family had already been dragged down with them.
Their stock value had plummeted overnight and investment partners were withdrawing en
masse.
The Carter Family was finished.
My parents published my sister’s diary and held a proper funeral for her.
As for taking me out of the hospital, they tearfully explained that they had only wanted me to see my sister one last time.
They never expected that I would be mistaken for her and taken away by Noah.
And now, Noah lay in a coma, with no opportunity to defend himself.
Everyone believed he had brought it upon himself for mistaking me for someone else, he had provoked someone he never should have crossed.
My parents publicly wept and apologized, saying they shouldn’t have brought me out of the hospital.
But people comforted them, saying not to dwell on it, if they hadn’t brought me out, the truth about my sister’s tragic death might never have come to light.
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So now, life in the mental hospital was better for me.
Not only did people visit me and bring me things, but even the doctors and nurses treated me with newfound kindness.
After all, I had been hospitalized for over a decade and had never harmed anyone, except this one time, when I avenged my sister.
Of the five people I had retaliated against, Noah had suffered the worst.
Both of his kneecaps had been shattered and my knife had nearly pierced his heart.
The female doctor whose uterus I removed while she was under anesthesia fared the second
worst.
But no one pitied her, thanks to my sister’s diary, everyone saw clearly how she had intentionally
harmed her.
People believed she was unworthy of being a doctor and should be permanently banned from the profession.
Next was Noah’s assistant.
His genitals had been scalded, effectively turning him into a eunuch.
His tongue had also been severed, leaving him with a speech impediment and a lisp.
Ava’s face and hands were permanently scarred by burns.
Her esophagus and trachea were also severely damaged, leaving her traumatized, terrified of water and unable to speak clearly.
Noah’s mother had received the lightest punishment.
I had planned to peel off her face with a knife, but the police had arrived before I could finish.
Her face had been spared.
However, after learning that the Carter Family’s reputation was in ruins, she couldn’t withstand the ridicule and social ostracization.
She jumped from a building and ended her life.
Three months later, I saw Noah and Ava again, in court.
Ava wore a mask and her eyes burned with hatred as she lunged at me.
But she was restrained and could only rage helplessly in place.
She let out a guttural, animal–like roar, but no one could understand what she was saying.
