was unbearable.
My father whispered to himself, “I killed my own daughter… I killed her.”
Yolana was arrested on suspicion of manslaughter.
It later came to light that she had an inappropriate relationship with my father. My mother, despite knowing of this unusual closeness, kept quiet and stood by my father’s side.
From that point on, my parents‘ health quickly deteriorated.
During their hospital stay, many visitors came–mostly journalists. They were there to ask my parents about the accusations of abandoning me to die.
“Mr. Bowen, do you have anything to say about your daughter?”
Grace, we’re so sorry… We failed you.”
My urn was placed beside their hospital beds. My parents cried like children as they stood
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before it.
The next day, a photo of the richest man crying beside his daughter’s ashes, asking for forgiveness, spread across the internet.
During this time, Lucy Field, my maid, often came to care for my parents. They asked her about the past ten years–years they realized they had no real memories of me.
“She lived such a miserable life… Mr. Bowen, you always said you needed to be strict with Ms. Grace so she could succeed. But I saw her getting sicker and sicker, and yet you never did anything about it. I didn’t want to say anything, but… Over the years, I feared for Ms. Yolana’s safety, since she wasn’t familiar with the area. So I stayed with her. But then I saw…”
“Saw what? What did you see?” My father’s voice cracked as he demanded answers.
“I was worried she was in danger, so I recorded the whole thing,” Lucy explained before showing them a video recording. The video showed little Yolana speaking to a pair of shabby old folks, who were holding on to her desperately
“Don’t worry, Mom and Dad. Once I take Grace’s place in this family, I’ll seize everything they have, and make sure they suffer. Then we’ll live happily ever after. Just wait for me.”
The room fell silent after the video ended. But a few minutes later, the silence was broken by
father’s cries. the deafening sound of my
