Brian’s white shirt was drenched in red blood.
Camden looked at Brian’s lifeless form and tossed away the dagger.
He held his hand against his wound and ran anxiously toward the lift.
Unexpectedly, a few policemen rushed out from the lift and pinned him against the ground.
“Let go of me! I’m innocent! I only acted out of self–defense! He was going to kill me! I was just defending myself! Let me go!”
The policemen walked over to check Brian’s vitals. They realized that he was still breathing, so they quickly called an ambulance.
The ambulance arrived soon and took both Brian and Camden to the hospital.
As the witness, I was brought to the police station.
I did not kill anyone and had only used pepper spray to defend myself. The dagger did not have my fingerprints on it, and after
the neighbors testified, I was soon released.
Brian died on the way to the hospital due to serious injuries.
As for Camden, he had inflicted unnecessary additional harm to Brian, and it caused Brian to die on the way to the hospital. It was considered an excessive self–defense, so he was sentenced to ten years and three months of prison time.
As Brian’s immediate family member, I hosted a simple funeral for him.
I stood before Brian’s grave and felt extremely relieved when I saw his photo.
Just when I was about to leave, I saw Camden’s wife, Kim.
She got out of a black sedan, and I saw that there was a man seated in the driver’s seat.
He looked decent, and he was staring lovingly at Kim.
I was a little shocked, but I remained silent.
She was wearing a pair of sunglasses and a black jacket.
She placed a bouquet of chrysanthemum flowers on Brian’s grave.
“I was the one who saved you.”
She stood before Brian’s grave and was staring at it intently. I was not sure if she was talking to me.
“What?”
