Chapter 504 Even in Death, They Are My Scapegoats
"What do you mean?" Margaret felt a chill run down her spine as soon as she heard those words.
Percy looked at Margaret with guilt, tears streaming down his weathered face. He sighed, "Ms. Hughes, you must have some idea of what I'm about to say."
She asked, "The fire at the Howard family's house all those years ago, it wasn't started by your father?"
"I did start it, but it had nothing to do with Mr. Hughes."
Margaret's mind was reeling. Raymond's parents' deaths had nothing to do with her father, Marlon? Did Raymond seek revenge on the wrong person?
The information was overwhelming. Margaret instinctively shook her head, muttering, "No way. When the accident happened, Raymond's father was hit by my dad. My dad hit him pretty badly."
"Before Mr. Hughes hit Mr. Howard, Mr. Howard had already been in another car accident. The culprit was Sarah. She was very young at the time, driving without a license. She hit Mr. Howard and was scared he would come after her for compensation. Sarah was the illegitimate daughter of the head of the Martinez family. After her mother killed the head of the Martinez family, Sarah was taken back into the family due to public pressure. Even at a young age, she was ruthless. Once she was recognized by the Martinez family, she held a lot of leverage over many people."
Margaret frowned, still feeling something was off. "But what does this have to do with you?"
"Because I am Sarah's uncle. They say if you do too many bad things, karma will catch up with you. Mr. Hughes liked to donate to charity, and I made a lot of money from it. Sarah, even at a young age, had evidence of my crimes. She even threatened my wife and daughter, forcing me to help her set the fire and kill, then shift the blame to Mr. Hughes." Percy cried, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry, Ms. Hughes. I was ungrateful and betrayed the Hughes family, betrayed Mr. Hughes."
As he was leaving, Percy lowered his head, sincerely asking Margaret for forgiveness.
Margaret stared at him. "I remember asking you a few months ago if my father was responsible for Raymond's family's deaths, if he started the fire. You deliberately misled me."
"That was Sarah's idea. Ms. Hughes, life is hard for everyone. At least I will finally be free. I will give my life to you, and I will personally confess to Mr. Hughes."
Margaret was not moved. Her eyes were red, tears streaming down as she glared at him. "Do you think dying will absolve you? It won't. My father treated you so well, valued you so much, and you betrayed him, committed perjury. You and your accomplices killed people. What good is your death? My father will never come back."
"Ms. Hughes, I'm sorry. This isn't entirely my fault. If Raymond had investigated, this disaster wouldn't have happened, right? The real executioner is Raymond, who is the true murderer."
Margaret was stunned, her throat tight with emotion. Yes, Raymond was the one who truly did wrong.
Leaving the prison where Percy was held, Margaret went to see Sarah.
As soon as she walked in, she saw a group of female inmates beating and kicking Sarah, who was curled up in a corner, clutching her head.
The inmates spat on Sarah and hurled insults at her until the guards arrived and reluctantly dispersed them.
The guards brought Sarah out.
Margaret saw a face similar to her own, covered in wounds.
Sarah wore a loose death row inmate uniform, her hands and feet shackled with heavy chains, making it difficult for her to walk.
Sitting across from Margaret, Sarah sneered, "Here to laugh at me?"
Margaret stared at her, responding with a question, "Why did you do it?"
Sarah smirked, "I never expected that with my execution tomorrow, you would be the only one to visit me.Margaret, don't you think we have a special bond? We've known each other since we were kids. And now, you're here to see me off on my final journey."
"I asked you why you did it!" Margaret shouted.
Sarah looked at her coldly, as if she had seen through life and death. "Not staying by Raymond's side and coming to ask me these pointless questions, it seems you've remembered everything. Good, now we can both suffer."
"Why did you become like this? The Sarah I remember wasn't like this. You were a sunflower that grew out of the mud, always facing the sun. The Sarah I knew would stand up for justice. I remember the first time I met you, we were in elementary school. We were kidnapped, and to save me, you didn't hesitate to be assaulted by those bastards. Since then, I wanted to make it up to you, treat you as my best friend, trust you. But you lied to me, told me the mute boy was dead, and took credit for my support of Raymond. You drove a wedge between Raymond and me. Sarah, how did you become like this?"
Margaret's tears fell uncontrollably. She couldn't understand. She had never wronged Sarah. If anything, it was that Sarah had lost her innocence to save her at a young age.
Sarah scoffed. "Don't bring up the past, it disgusts me. I've always been this way, you just realized it now. By the way, the kidnapping where I lost my innocence to save you, those bastards were hired by me. It was all an act, just to get close to you."
She continued, "Margaret, if you weren't rich, if being your friend didn't protect me, do you think I would have bothered with you? What were you thinking? After I became your best friend, I realized how stupid you were. You were always so kind, so naive, and your parents treated you so well. Why did you get to have everything I could never have from the moment you were born?"
Sarah looked at Margaret, laughing through her tears. "Margaret, I know, I wronged you. I'm disgusting. But do you know what my life was like growing up? I was born an illegitimate child. My mother was a maid for the Martinez family, raped by my father when he was drunk. The next day, he pretended not to know her. My mother hated my father and didn't want to have me, but her belly grew, and by the time she realized, it was too late to abort. Because of me, the man she found left her, so she hated me. From as far back as I can remember, I never saw her smile at me. I thought she was both pitiful and hateful."
She added, "The head of the Martinez family didn't let her go. Because she was somewhat attractive, every time he humiliated her, she would beat me up afterward. So I wished for that man to die. Only if he died would I stop getting beaten. So, at a young age, I killed my own father. My mother was a fool, thinking she had poisoned him, so she died as my scapegoat. Later, I was taken back by the Martinez family. I thought I would finally have a good life. The gap between us had narrowed significantly."
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