A beam of light shined the dim hall.
Lincoln wore a black suit, exuding an icy aura...
"You need to pay for what you have done."
After Lincoln spoke, police cars' lights started flashing!
The siren of police cars surrounded the hall.
The well-trained policemen rushed out of the car and pointed their guns at Palmer onstage.
But at this moment, a figure rushed toward Palmer.
"Mom didn't die suddenly, but you killed her? Did you really kill her?"
"Dad! Is the recording real? Is the recording real?"
Ophelia held Palmer's arm tightly and kept asking him.
"Tell me. Tell me the recording is fake. Tell me you didn't kill my mother. Say something!"
Ophelia couldn't accept all of this!
She couldn't accept her beloved mother was killed by her father!
She also couldn't accept a family was torn apart in just a few days.
She no longer had a mother and was about to lose her father...