Chapter 6 The True Culprit

Nydia's POV

As soon as I said those words, the room fell into a brief silence.

When they finally reacted, Frank was so angry he was panting on the sofa. “You’re hopeless! How did I end up with a daughter like you?”

Eileen looked at me with disappointment. “Nydia, you’re so wrong. How did you turn out like this over the years?”

Yeah.

I also want to ask, how did they turn out like this?

I’m their biological daughter, after all.

I don’t mind them making up for what they owe Olive, but why don’t they have even a shred of trust or care for me?

Gordon clearly didn’t expect me to act this way either. His brows furrowed.

He spoke to me with a hint of blame. “Nydia, there’s no need to call the police. Just apologize. If you did something wrong, you should say sorry.”

Looks like in his mind, he’s already decided that I’m the one who paid someone to hit Olive.

I don’t even want to ask him why he doesn’t believe me, why he’s changed, or why he favors Olive.

“This is your own fault for calling the police!” Frank spoke up again.

Still angry, he warned me in a harsh tone. “When you get arrested, don’t expect us to bail you out!”

“I don’t care,” I said, glancing faintly at Olive. “Maybe the one getting arrested will be Olive.”

Eileen spat in disgust. “Stop talking nonsense! Do you think your sister is as vicious as you?”

I swallowed the dense pain in my heart, shrugged like I didn’t care, and made the call.

An hour later, I was sitting in the police station lobby again.

After briefly explaining the situation, the expressions on the officers’ faces were hard to describe.

They looked at me, then at Olive and the others beside me, their faces shifting several times.

“So, you’re saying you’re the suspect?” the head officer asked me. “And you, the suspect, are the one who called the police?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

We were taken into separate interrogation rooms. The officer questioning me was a young woman.

After getting the full story, she actually poured me a glass of water.

“I just feel a bit sorry for you.”

I stayed quiet for a moment before asking, “Why?”

She hesitated, then asked, “Are you really their biological daughter?”

As much as I hate to admit it, I am, without a doubt.

She noticed my mood and tried to comfort me. “There are plenty of men out there. This kind isn’t worth it. Come on, let’s go outside. The driver’s interrogation should be done by now.”

Since the driver accused me of hiring him to harm someone, solving this case meant they had to question him again.

When the female officer and I came out of the interrogation room, there was indeed a result.

The driver admitted he was paid off.

But the person who paid him wasn’t me—it was a female dancer from Olive’s troupe.

That dancer had always been Olive’s stand-in. Recently, they were both competing for a chance to perform overseas, so she wanted Olive out of the picture to secure the opportunity for herself.

Somehow, the dancer heard that Olive and I didn’t get along.

So, she told the driver that if he got caught, he should point the finger at me for hiring him to hit Olive.

To confirm the driver’s story, the police brought the dancer to the station for questioning.

Faced with solid evidence, the dancer had no choice but to confess.

The truth was finally out.

Realizing her mistake, the dancer came out of the interrogation room and knelt before Olive, begging for forgiveness.

In front of others, Olive always maintained the image of being kind and beautiful.

She acknowledged the dancer’s momentary lapse in judgment and said generously, “My injuries aren’t serious. We’ve worked together for years. I’m willing to settle this with you, but I hope there won’t be a next time.”

The dancer was beyond grateful, bowing her head to Olive repeatedly.

Watching from the side, I just wanted to laugh.

Olive really has some talent. Her skills in staging and acting are getting better and better.

Even something as serious as a crime, she somehow managed to find someone to take the fall for her.

With the case resolved, the police had us sign some papers and let us go.

Leaving the station, everyone except me looked upset.

For some reason, seeing them so frustrated made me laugh. I couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

Frank got furious instantly. “What are you laughing at? If you didn’t bully Olive all the time and had such a bad relationship with her, would someone frame you for this?”

I laughed even louder. “You’re not blaming the person who framed me, but me instead? By your logic, you should be scolding Olive.”

Frank frowned, clearly disagreeing. “Why would I scold Olive?”

“If she didn’t fail to get along with people, why would someone pay to have her hit?”

“You!” Frank was so angry he stumbled over his words. “You’re being ridiculous! This whole mess is because of you!”

“Yes, yes, it’s all because of me dragging Olive down. If you don’t want Olive to be affected by me again, please keep a close eye on her and don’t let her go out.” I paused, then suddenly grinned. “If you don’t watch her and I accidentally get rid of her, that wouldn’t be good, right?”

Frank was clearly furious again, raising his hand to hit me.

Luckily, I was prepared and quickly stepped back, dodging the slap.

Instead, in his anger, he nearly fell over.

Eileen caught him just in time, frowning at me with displeasure. “Nydia, do you have to make us so angry that we drop dead before you’re satisfied?”

“Nydia,” Olive bit her lip and said, “No matter what Mom and Dad say, it’s for your own good. Even if you don’t understand their intentions, why do you keep upsetting them? Do you know how much it hurts them?”

“Olive is still the thoughtful one,” Frank said, his mood lifting after a few words from her. But when he thought of me, his tone darkened again. “Learn from your sister. All day long, you can’t even speak properly! Having a daughter like you is embarrassing!”

I didn’t bother talking to them anymore.

Seeing this, Frank started yelling behind me, accusing me of being rude and unrefined.

Then Eileen called out to me, “Nydia, your engagement party with Gordon is less than a month away. Come back home to stay during this time!”

I laughed like I’d heard a joke, pointing at Gordon, who was holding Olive. “They’re so close. I don’t think I’m the right person to get engaged to Gordon. After all… me, Gordon, and a shameless woman—three people in a wedding bed would be pretty crowded, don’t you think?”