When my mom was seriously ill and hospitalized, my boyfriend helped me a lot.

He delivered food to my mother every day and paid for all the medical care. My mom's sick friends were envious of me.

But I killed my boyfriend's family.

After that, I opened the door and let the blood flow freely.

Soon, the police arrived here.

When they kicked the door open and pointed their guns at me, I was drinking the last glass of water.

After taking the painkillers, I still felt a dull pain in my abdomen.

I couldn't help but reveal a pained expression. The leading policeman immediately became vigilant and shouted angrily, "Don't play tricks!"

"You killed all these people? What's the reason?"

"Don't even think about acting in front of the police. We've already investigated. This family treats you very well. Your boyfriend's parents have loved you as if you were their own daughter for the past ten years. There's no conflict at all. What motive do you have?"

After being interrogated by the police, I heaved a sigh of relief and laughed.

My boyfriend had been in love with me for ten years, and his family was indeed very kind to me.

Countless neighbors told me that having no conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was the blessing of my previous life.

Today should be the day of my engagement to Bruce.

I took the initiative to invite our friend, Jenny, to witness our love.

Bruce's mom smiled when she heard that. She went to the market early in the morning to buy all kinds of vegetables and carried heavy bags without asking for my help.

When we got home, she put down the dishes, rubbed her sore waist, turned to me, and said softly,

"Celia, I'll make more food today. I'll ask Bruce to take you to the hospital for your mom to have a taste. Is there anything she doesn't like?"

As soon as she finished asking, she suddenly patted herself on the head as if she had just thought of something.

"By the way, today's engagement is such a big event, and your mom is not here. Why don't we make a video call?"

Looking at the thoughtful mother-in-law, I smiled.

I said obediently, "There's no need, mom. My mother doesn't know how to use a smartphone. I'll go to the hospital and tell her myself."

Bruce's dad was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper when he heard our discussion. He raised his head hearing this.

He smiled lovingly.

"Just listen to her and let her mother recuperate at ease. We'll invite her mom again when she gets married."

Seeing that we didn't agree, she reluctantly gave up the idea, turned around, and went into the kitchen with the food.

Bruce's father smiled and waved at me.

"Celia, she is always like this. She's just so happy to see that you two have a good relationship. Don't blame her for being annoying. She's doing this out of kindness."

I sat on the sofa on the other side cautiously and nodded with a smile.

"It's okay, I understand. I can't find a good mother-in-law like her anywhere else."

"My mother has been hospitalized these days, and Bruce has helped me a lot. Thank you for nor blaming me. I can't be ungrateful."

After I finished speaking, Bruce's mom immediately came out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife in her hand.

She said disapprovingly, "We're a family. What are you talking about? It's natural for Bruce to take care of his mother-in-law! How can you do it alone? I thought he couldn't help enough. You've lost weight. You should eat more today!"

I smiled but didn't reply.

He had helped enough, really enough.

Bruce's mom gently handed me a washed fruit and turned to her husband.

"Celia is too tired to take care of Mom. Why are you still sitting here and not helping? Come in! Today is our son's big day. Don't think about being a lazy father!"

He sighed and put the newspaper on the coffee table, then adjusted his glasses.

When he got up, he helplessly said,

"She is just like this. I was really exploited by her for a lifetime. Don't be polite to Bruce in the future. The more you order him, the more hard-working a man will be. Look at me, I can be a housekeeping staff now."

After saying that, he stepped into the kitchen. From time to time, the laughter of them could be heard.

I looked at the washed fruits on the table, but I just could not eat them.

After a while, she took the time to pour me another glass of orange juice.

Seeing that I have not touched the fruit, she let out a sigh.

"Celia, take it as your home. Don't be so polite to me. If you don't eat it now, Bruce will give you a clean bowl when he comes back later."

As soon as she finished speaking, she put down her glass and was about to go back to the kitchen.

However, her gaze suddenly fell on me and she sized me up carefully.

"On such a big day, why don't you have any jewelry on you, Celia?"

After that, she took out a red envelope from her pocket and gently placed it in front of me.

"It just so happens that Bruce hasn't arrived yet. You should go out and buy some accessories for yourself first. It's my fault for being inconsiderate. I even forgot about it! This kid also didn't pay attention to it. I'll scold him when he comes back!"

"This is the money for you. Take it to buy something first. It should be enough to buy jewelry. I'll give you more money later and I'll go with you to see more the jewelry after I'm done with my work tonight."

Listening to her gentle and caring voice, I still could not be happy.

Just as I was about to refuse her kindness, the cell phone of Bruce's dad on the sofa rang.

She took a look and found that it was Bruce, so she pressed the answer button.

"You're here? Okay, I'll ask your father to pick you up."

After hanging up the phone, there was an obvious joy in her eyes. She hurriedly turned around and called Bruce to go out.

Then she went back to the kitchen to work.

When Bruce came back, he carried a lot of bags in his hand.

Bruce and Jenny walked in one after another with a smile.

There was only a Chanel bag on Jenny's shoulder, and the weight of everything was on Bruce.

When she entered the room and saw me on the sofa, her red lips curled into a smile.

"Celia, your boyfriend is not bad. He's qualified. I'll try not to make things difficult for him when we play games before you two getting married."

It was a hot day, but there was no sweat on her body.

Bruce took the bag from her shoulder so naturally and hung it at the door.

Then, he took out Jenny's slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of her.

"Of course, I'm the best boyfriend. Otherwise, how could I win my sweetie's heart?"

When he turned his head and saw his dad, his face darkened.

"Dad, if you came down a little later, my shoulder would have been broken."

When Bruce's mom saw his expression, she stopped in her tracks.

She could only explain with a smile, "It's my fault. I answered the phone late, and your father was helping me in the kitchen."

In order to ease the atmosphere, she took the initiative to ask Bruce, "By the way, have you arranged everything for Celia's mom in the hospital? Celia is at home today, and there is no one there. Is everything okay?"

Originally, she wanted to change the topic to ease the mood of Bruce, but when he mentioned my mother, his face was full of impatience.

"Can't I go home without arranging it? Don't worry, I'll take care of it over there."

The atmosphere became heavy in an instant.

Hearing this, I took a deep breath to suppress my emotions.

Jenny tried to smooth things over for him.

"Auntie, uncle, don't worry. He treats Celia's mother well. He has been busy these days. Today is such a big day, but you ask this question as if you don't trust your son."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bruce's mom smiled awkwardly.

"It's my fault. When did my son make a mistake? Come on, wash your hands. It's almost time for dinner."

Bruce took Jenny to the bathroom in person.

When they came out, Jenny's face was full of smiles.

However, I was keenly aware that the lipstick on her lips had parted a little.

I couldn't help but sneer in my heart.

Bruce looked at the table and frowned instantly.

He said coldly, "Mom, Jenny is allergic to seafood. How can she eat the food you cook?"

Bruce's mom looked at me helplessly, not knowing how to explain it.

Moments later, before Bruce could lose his temper, I got up and said,

"I'll make some new dishes for her."

So the four of them sat outside, because Bruce was so angry that they didn't dare to eat.

It wasn't until I brought out a few more dishes that the gloominess in his eyes dissipated a little.

Seeing this, his parents hurriedly praised.

Jenny took a bite and served Bruce some.

"It tastes good."

The dining table was almost full.

I smiled and said, "You guys eat first. I'll put away the food made by Bruce's mom so we can have them later."

Her face was full of guilt. "Sorry to trouble you. I meant to cook more so you can have more choices, but I didn't expect..."

I smiled comfortingly at her and carried the seafood into the kitchen.

I put the dishes into the refrigerator one by one.

After a while, there was a dull thud outside, and the chairs fell to the ground one by one.

One, two, three.

In the end, only Bruce was still struggling.

He used his last bit of strength to stagger to my side.

Bruce asked weakly but angrily, "What did you do? Bitch, are you crazy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he also fell to the ground powerlessly.

I picked up the knife in the kitchen and walked out with a cold face full of hatred.

I stopped in front of Bruce's mom and dad.

I raised my hand high.

Blood splattered all over my face the moment I landed.

They deserved it.

After confirming that they were not breathing, I walked slowly to Jenny.

Her skin turned abnormally pink after taking the medicine.

Looking at Jenny, my heart was filled with hatred that I almost lost control of.

How could the accomplice of a murderer live so well?

Tears welled up in my eyes and I raised my hand high.

The next second, her legs left her torso.

The bright red blood spurted out a distance of ten meters, like the most beautiful picture.

Finally, I stopped in front of Bruce.

I had loved this man for ten years, but now I felt nothing but disgust and hatred when I looked at him!

The tip of my knife landed on his hands and feet, leaving an indelible mark on his cheek.

I scratched his shoulder all the way to his wrist.

But it was still not enough.

I wanted to break his chest and see what his heart was made of.

But I didn't have much time.

When the door opened, the neighbor quickly called the police.

I could only try my best to leave traces of sin on him.

Then, I poured myself a glass of water with trembling hands.

I felt thirsty. I had always been thirsty.

But I could not drink water.

Drinking water would only speed up my death.

But it didn't matter now.

At this moment, the police were gathering in the living room to collect evidence. The neighbors outside looked at me through the crack in the door.

I heard some curses.

"I saw her mother-in-law buying vegetables for her in the morning, and she died at noon. Isn't she mad?"

"What have they done wrong? They treated her so well, but the whole family died without an intact body. Only his son is struggling but he might not survive."

Hearing this, the police officers at the door looked at me with eyes that seemed to be coated with poison.

After walking around the room, the leading policeman turned his head and ordered, "Go and check the family information of the suspect. I heard that only her mother is hospitalized. Maybe she knows something."

As soon as he finished speaking, I was lifted up, handcuffed, and got into the police car.

After arriving at the police station, the people sent to the hospital to investigate also came back.

Clearly, he had only received news of my mother's death.

The police officer in charge opened the door of the interrogation room with a serious expression.

"What motive do you have for killing? Why did you do that?"

Hearing his question, I looked up in a daze.

Did we really need a reason to kill someone?

Then why didn't Bruce have a reason?

My consciousness was a little blurry, and my abdomen suddenly ached.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead in an instant. I gritted my teeth and said, "I will tell you everything, but I must see Bruce first!"

Seeing that I was in a bad state, he frowned and said warily, "Don't play tricks in front of us. It's just a matter of time before we find out your motive. I advise you to cooperate. Maybe your sentence can be reduced."

Hearing this, the person next to him said angrily, "Bro, you don't have to tell these to a murderer. How can such a person understand your kindness?"

The leader stared at my twisted face in pain and said coldly,

"She has been with Bruce for ten years and barely quarreled with him. There must be something wrong between them."

"Do as she says."