Tiffany closed her eyes and said slowly, "It's simple. I want you to be a witness. Reveal everything when the time is right."

If Declan Jahn testified, it meant turning himself in and admitting guilt. He gritted his teeth, then hesitantly nodded.

Even if he turned himself in, he was only an accomplice. He had never harmed Alexia Harper; he'd only followed orders and taken photos. He'd receive, at most, a few years in jail. If he refused to testify, he'd still be implicated when Melody Princeton's murder was exposed.

Caught in a "damned if I do, damned if I don't" dilemma, Declan realized self-preservation was better than becoming a scapegoat for the Princeton siblings. "Alright, I agree."

With the matter settled, Tiffany gestured. "Good. You may leave."

After Declan's departure, June Spencer asked worriedly, "Miss Kelley, will he betray us?"

"He won't. He doesn't seem hopelessly stupid."

"That's good…" June nodded, lamenting, "That girl, Melody Princeton—so young, yet so ruthless! She even killed a classmate who helped her so much. Jade Payne probably couldn't believe it."

Tiffany looked into the distance. After a long while, she said, "The weather tomorrow… won't be good."

June understood. "Don't worry, Miss Kelley. Everything is ready. We just wait for Melody Princeton to take the bait."

The next day, a light drizzle accompanied the autumn wind. Melody arrived at the Payne family's breakfast cafeteria for the third consecutive day. Stepping inside, she enthusiastically greeted her godmother, "Mrs. Payne, I'm here!"

Mrs. Payne was overjoyed, affectionately holding Melody's hand. "Come, Melody. Try this sweet potato and lentil soup. You liked it yesterday, so I made it for you this morning!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Payne!" Melody smiled sweetly. "It's delicious!"

Mrs. Payne was delighted. It was the seventh day after Jade Payne's death. Melody's presence helped the Paynes bury their pain, at least in public.

"You're such a good girl," Mrs. Payne said, her heart aching but also feeling a little gratification. The murderer had taken her daughter, but God had, in a way, compensated her.

"Let me help wash the dishes, Mrs. Payne," Melody offered, putting on an apron and quickly starting work. For days, she'd helped for hours without complaint. Even the old men playing chess outside and nearby shop staff complimented the Paynes on their good fortune.

However, in reality, Melody was acting. She believed she was destined to be a rich man's wife. Why would she wash dishes? The reason she worked so hard wasafter consulting a fortune teller, she had fewer nightmares. Although she still saw Jade Payne occasionally, the pressure lessened. The fortune teller said this was good; the vengeful vibes had decreased. She just needed to continue caring for Jade's parents until the seventh day, then go to the cemetery to seek forgiveness at Jade's tomb. After that, she'd no longer be harassed. She would endure patiently.

After the cafeteria closed at 11 a.m., Melody took Mr. and Mrs. Payne to lunch, ensuring they enjoyed themselves. She even took them home before saying farewell.

"Mr. Payne, Mrs. Payne, I'll visit tomorrow!"

"My dear child, your studies are more important. It's enough that you care for us."

"Okay," Melody smiled faintly. She wouldn't come again.

The couple watched wistfully as she left. She took a taxi to a flower shop, then to the cemetery in the suburbs. As their goddaughter disappeared, the Paynes felt emptiness.

"Sigh!" Mrs. Payne couldn't bear to part with her. Melody was so obedient and caring.

The doorbell rang. Thinking it was Melody, Mrs. Payne opened the door to find June Spencer.

"You are…?" Mrs. Payne asked, puzzled.

"I'm here to invite you and Mr. Payne to meet the murderer."

It was 2:30 p.m. when Melody reached the desolate cemetery. She took a deep breath, laid the bouquet before a tombstone, knelt, and began her confession according to the fortune teller's instructions.

"Jade, I'm so sorry. You helped me so much, but in the end, I… I…" Melody couldn't finish. She lacked the courage.

As she hesitated, a gust of wind blew through the drizzle. A guilty conscience makes one paranoid. Melody, already tormented, shuddered and cried, "I'm sorry, Jade! I shouldn't have harmed you… killed you!" Her voice trembled with fear. She sobbed uncontrollably. Unbeknownst to her, hidden cameras recorded everything.

In the cemetery's management room, Mr. and Mrs. Payne felt their world crumble. How had this happened?

Melody, oblivious, continued begging for forgiveness. "Jade, can you forgive me? I'll treat your parents as my own!"

The realization hit the Paynes. Melody's efforts, her desire to be their goddaughter—it was all atonement. They'd believed heaven had blessed them with a replacement, only to discover their daughter's life was taken by Melody, who also started the fire.

"Argh!" Mrs. Payne wailed, grief-stricken. "How ruthless! What did she do to you?"

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