From Healer to Killer? I'll Make Him Pay—and Damn His Soul Forever！ - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Marcus slowly looked down at the small box in his hands.
He reached out to take it, but his hand dropped halfway.
An awkward smile crossed his face as he looked at Dad.
"Dad, at your age, how'd you start making jokes like Liv? You're a grandfather—even joking, you can't joke about Emma's life, rig...?"
Before Marcus could finish, Dad slapped him hard.
"You fucking beast! Your daughter's been dead for three days and you haven't asked once! You let your mistress's dog steal your daughter's burial plot, and now you're throwing a party for your mistress's son! Are you even human?!"
The slap made Marcus angry.
He used to fear Dad—back when he was just a broke med school grad student.
Without Dad's support, he'd be lucky to be an assistant doctor at some city hospital today.
So he'd always respected Dad.
But years of praise had gone to his head. He wasn't the timid man he used to be.
He glared at Dad defiantly.
"Dad, whether I'm human isn't your call. Emma's my daughter, Liv's my wife. What you mentioned is my family business. You're getting old—don't worry about these trivial matters. If you want to celebrate Connor's birthday with us, stay. Otherwise, please leave!"
The moment Marcus finished, voices rose from the crowd below.
"Mr. Winston, Dr. Kane's right. The couple's doing fine—us old folks shouldn't interfere!"
"Yeah, Mr. Winston, it's the kid's birthday. What's with bringing an urn? Dr. Kane just said his sweet daughter's coming to tell him she loves him. As her grandfather, you can't damage their relationship like this!"
These reporters were clearly bought and paid for by Marcus.
Since Dad had been overseas for years, they naturally sided with Marcus.
I could see the rage burning in Dad's eyes.
But the Winston family never involved innocent people in their business.
Dad slowly turned to face the crowd below.
His voice was quiet but commanding.
"When I speaks, it's not your place to interrupt. This is international waters. This island belongs to the Winstons. If you want to go home and have a hot meal with your wives and kids, shut up!"
The reporters who'd been chattering like parrots went instantly silent.
With the scene under control, Dad slowly turned back to Marcus.
"I'm old, but I'm not stupid. Everything you have, you owe to my family. Even after years abroad, I can still send you to hell with one phone call."
"I supported you because you loved Liv and Emma. But now you've killed Emma and bullied Liv without cause. You've crossed me! If you don't give me an explanation today, Marcus—you, that bitch beside you, and her little bastard won't leave this island alive!"
Dad's deadly serious expression and furious tone made Marcus look confused.
He stepped closer, staring at the urn in Dad's hands.
"Dad, you keep saying I killed Emma, but Liv sent me a video of her yesterday! Connor said he texted with Emma the day before!"
"It's not that I don't believe you—how am I supposed to believe this?!"
I showed Marcus our chat history on my phone.
When I spoke again, tears were streaming down my face.
"Marcus, look closer. When was that video I sent you taken?!"
It was summer in the city now.
But in the video, Emma was wearing a down jacket.
If Marcus had looked for just two more seconds that day, he would've noticed something was wrong.
But he'd called me back within seconds of receiving the video.
He probably never even opened it.
Marcus stared wide-eyed at the video on my phone, then pulled out his own phone in disbelief.
He found our chat history and hit play...
The moment he saw Emma in her winter coat, Marcus went deathly pale.