Ficorpio
Chapter 1
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First Edition
Daniel Miller died at 4 PM in a severe car accident. Despite resuscitation attempts, he was pronounced dead at 5 PM.
When Olivia Davis received the call, she was dazed, as if in a dream. Rushing back to the hospital with a splitting headache, she saw an elderly woman outside the operating room. Neatly dressed with gray hair, the woman was crying and cursing shrilly. Her back seemed bent under the weight of her grief, palpable even from a distance.
Clutching a police officer’s hand, she was weeping uncontrollably. Spotting Olivia Davis, she rushed over, her voice sharpening: “It’s her! It’s her! She must have killed my son! I’m calling the police! This woman is the murderer!”
Chapter 2
Daniel Miller’s mother, Margaret Miller, insisted on reporting it as “murder,” not a simple accident. The police, worn down by her persistence, reluctantly initiated a routine investigation. Surprisingly, they found something.
Residues of hallucinogenic benzylamine were discovered in Daniel Miller’s stomach!
The officers were immediately alerted, officially opened a case, and launched an investigation.
The “murderer” the old woman pointed to was Olivia Davis, her daughter-in-law of seven years, now the prime suspect.
The officer tapped the table, bringing Olivia Davis back to reality: “Ms. Davis, please explain why you were near the hospital that day?”
Olivia Davis rubbed her slightly aching head, feeling a strange emptiness. “I had a doctor’s appointment. I’d just left the hospital when I got your call. I rushed over, but it was too late.” She didn’t even get to see him one last time.
Perhaps due to her profound sorrow, the officer softened his tone but pressed on: “What kind of doctor were you seeing? Any medical history?”
Olivia Davis shook her head, her voice low: “Three months ago…” She paused, took a deep breath, her expression a mix of tears and faint hope: “Three months ago, I was in a serious car accident. I miscarried and was left with some post-concussion symptoms. I go back to the hospital periodically for medication.”
The officer caught the term “car accident” and his expression tightened: “Car accident? Can you tell us about it?”
Olivia Davis nodded: “Three months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I made a hospital appointment, full of anticipation, but then…”
“Daniel and I had been married for seven years with only one child. We couldn’t be too careful. To be safe, I drove my newly bought BMW M5. Who knew that this brand new car would shatter my hopes again.”
A tear rolled down her cheek—whether for her husband or the lost child was unclear.
Olivia Davis was a strong, resilient, and decisive career woman. After this blow, she spent three months recovering at home. Now, hit with her husband’s death, even the strongest woman couldn’t withstand it.
The police handed her a tissue. Olivia Davis took it and dabbed her tears.
Chapter 3
Margaret Miller was in the adjacent interrogation room. Logically, as a victim’s family member, she shouldn’t be interrogated, but her intense conflict with her seemingly accomplished daughter-in-law raised suspicions of deliberate framing.
The officer sat opposite her. Margaret Miller’s blank face suddenly flashed with resentment.
She cried out, “Officer, it was Olivia Davis who killed him! She killed my son! Damn it, why isn’t that vicious woman dead?!”
She started sobbing. The officer frowned and couldn’t help but raise his voice, “Quiet! This is an interrogation room, not a marketplace.”
Margaret Miller, startled, immediately stopped crying. As a traditional woman from a rural background, she saw the police as formidable authority. She muttered a few times and didn’t dare be presumptuous anymore.
The officer, with a stern and intimidating expression, asked, “Why do you believe Olivia Davis is the murderer? What’s your evidence?”
Margaret Miller became more subdued: “She… she always looked down on my Daniel, never gave him a kind look in life!”
“I told Daniel to divorce her long ago. She’s a shameless woman who can’t have children, clinging to her position as the Miller family daughter-in-law. She’s shameless!” She cried, tears streaming. “Now Daniel’s been killed by her. How could she be so vicious? I’ve failed the Miller family ancestors.”
The officer frowned at her coarse words and behavior: “But according to our investigation, Daniel Miller actively pursued Olivia Davis and refused to divorce her all these years. After marriage, he got a job at the large company where Olivia Davis worked through her connections, and received greater promotion opportunities than average.”
Olivia Davis came from a good family, was very capable, and highly valued by her company. Daniel Miller could be considered someone who married up; his job was found by his wife, who also bought him the house and car. Consequently, he faced criticism, but according to Olivia Davis, he never showed resentment and was a competent husband.
Margaret Miller’s face stiffened, then turned angry: “Nonsense! My son was the first college graduate from a top university in our town. He’s incredibly capable. How could he have gotten in through connections with her? He entered that big company on his own merit and became a senior manager in just a few years!”
Margaret Miller was a single mother whose husband died early. She raised her son single-handedly. Daniel Miller didn’t disappoint her; he became the first student from their town to attend a prestigious university. After graduation, he joined a large company, making her proud and allowing her to hold her head high.
People had called her son a gigolo before; she’d been so fierce she’d scold them until they dared not leave the house. In her eyes, her son was excellent in every way, more than a match for Olivia Davis. So what if she was a city girl? They were all scrambling to marry her son!
Having seen many odd characters, the officer remained noncommittal, instead sharply asking, “Are you slandering Olivia Davis based on rumors and your dissatisfaction with her? Is that it?”
Margaret Miller cried out, “No, no! Officer, I didn’t wrong her! She can’t have children, but there are plenty of other women who can have them for my son, I…”
“Who can have a child for your son?!” The officer caught the words and looked at her sternly.
Margaret Miller realized her slip. She hesitated, then suddenly clenched her fists and said fiercely, “I only have one daughter-in-law. Sophia Taylor is my only daughter-in-law. She’s pregnant with my grandson, my only grandson!”