Chapter 292

Helping the real murderer escape justice—wasn't that a crime in itself? All of their actions, one by one, had left indelible marks on my heart. One day, I would make sure they paid for everything they had done. I had thought that bringing them to justice would bring peace to Grandma's soul, but in my dream, she only sighed softly and wrapped her small arms around me. "I don't want my sweet granddaughter to live with such a heavy heart. I just want you to be safe and happy," she said, gently stroking my hair, just like she used to when I was little. I was flooded with memories of my happiest childhood days when Grandma would sit in her chair while I sat on a small stool by her side. Back then, I was a tiny, adorable thing, and Grandma always wore a smile, basking in the sunlight. We'd sit in the yard, feeling the warm breeze on our faces, a sense of serenity enveloping us. The sight of ripe cucumbers and tomatoes growing in the garden added to the peaceful countryside vibe. He