Catherine was a single mother—or rather, she should originally have had a normal, happy life.
But half a month ago, her husband, the father of her child, had died by the roadside because of a vicious incident.
She had even been summoned to the police station for questioning, as though they suspected that she and her husband had plotted something or were accomplices.
But Catherine simply refused to believe it.
Her husband was an advertising designer, and they had originally been colleagues. After knowing him for so many years, she understood everything about him.
He would never have robbed a woman on the street, let alone killed her.
She believed her husband must have been framed.
But she had never seen the scene herself, and everything she knew
had come from the police
and from the mouth of a so-called lawyer.
This was completely unreasonable.
Her family was not particularly wealthy, but they had quite a bit of savings—enough to live on—and they had not had any major expenses recently.
Her husband's personality was so gentle. Something like this absolutely could not have happened.
But she could not obtain the truth, because neither the so-called lawyer nor the so-called police could give her accurate and detailed information.
This time, she had gone to the police station again, yet she had still only been given the fact that her husband had committed a crime.
She had no way to argue against it, because it seemed as if everyone had already accepted it as fact.
Catherine had been at the police station for twenty hours. Helpless, she could only use this desperate method in hopes of obtaining more information.
However, today she finally noticed something wrong.
Although most of the police officers and that so-called lawyer
had all concluded that her husband