Chapter 5 5

Chapter 5

The next day, Hana arrived at the hospital early to start her work. This time, Judie seemed to have adapted much better. She could even share jokes with Hana during work. However, upon seeing my body, Judie couldn't help but shed tears.

"This poor aunt, she's so pitiful," she said.

Yes, I am pitiful. Even in death, I couldn't rest in peace.

"I can't even fathom the devastation if it were my mom lying here," Judie continued.

Hana was in the midst of repairing my fingers. She paused upon hearing Judie's words, as if something had struck her. Suddenly, she grabbed my mangled arm and examined it closely before letting out a sigh of relief.

"I must be so busy that I'm losing track of things. Bad things never die; there's no way she could die this early," she muttered to herself.

Hana, are you worried that this body might be mine? But you're mistaken; this is indeed your detested mother.

I touched my arm. There was a deep bite mark on it. It was from Hana. On the day her father died, she was just in high school. I still remember the way she looked when she was furious, like a feral animal. She pounced on me and bit my arm, not letting go until it was bleeding profusely.

She had screamed, "I hate you, Khloe! You killed Dad! I hate you!"

The wound took two months to heal, but it left a deep scar. Clearly, the murderer knew about the scar on my arm and had already removed it. How could Hana possibly discover it?

Thinking about this gave me a splitting headache. The murderer... I couldn't quite recall...

Strangely, why couldn't I recall the details of that night?