Nemesis Game

Chapter 12 Murder

Mrs. Moore looked shocked, and she was more appalled than Peyton.

When Peyton saw Mrs. Moore, she looked like she was seeing a ghost, while she threw away her

phone and quickly got out of bed.

"You said...What did you say?" Mrs. Moore felt a pain in her heart and her voice was hoarse.

She wanted to reassure herself that she had misheard it, but when she looked at Peyton's horrified

face, she knew that what she had just heard was true.

Peyton backed away in fear, not daring to look up at Mrs. Moore. "Mom, you misheard. You misheard...

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She tried to go up, grabbing Mrs. Moore's hand.

"Is that true? Did you get someone to kill Samantha? Did you ask someone to attack her in jail? You

frame her!" Mrs. Moore grew pale and could hardly stand.

Her daughter, Samantha, turned out to be really innocent!

She couldn't believe that Peyton, who she had raised by herself, could do something so insane!

Her own daughter has been in jail for seven years, so she ruined the life of her own daughter,

Samantha, by listening to her adopted daughter, Peyton.

Mrs. Moore felt angry and heartbroken. "Samantha... My own daughter."

"No, Mom! I didn't do it. Let me explain... I didn't do it."

Peyton was shaking all over, and suddenly she put her arms round Mrs. Moore's legs, pleading.

Mrs. Moore broke down, looking at Peyton with tears streaming down her face.

"I'm going to look into this... I'm going to look into this!"

Mrs. Moore looked at Peyton as if she had seen a ghost, and after pushing Peyton away, she

scrambled out of the room.

This was horrible.

How did this happen?

Peyton was in a panic, so she stumbled out after Mrs. Moore.

She had only one idea that she must not let Mrs. Moore tell anyone what she had done.

Otherwise, all her years of hard work went for nothing!

When Mrs. Moore was chased to the entrance to the stairwell by Peyton, Mrs. Moore looked at Peyton

with disappointment. "Peyton, did the Moore family do anything to hurt you? Even though we raised the

wrong child from an early age, we treated you just as well after we found our own daughter, Samantha,

so why did you hurt her!"

Peyton implored her. "Mom, it's not true, and I beg you to believe me. I was raised by you, so how

could I do such a thing?"

"And you still try to deceive me! I heard you!" cried Mrs. Moore angrily.

What did she do? She repeatedly hurt her own daughter, Samantha, for such a malicious adopted

daughter, Peyton.

She had only herself to blame.

Mrs. Moore didn't believe Peyton at all, so Peyton's eyes were suddenly full of malevolence, thinking

that Mrs. Moore must not be alive.

Mrs. Moore heard what she had said.

Mrs. Moore would throw her out of the Moore family.

She would lose everything.

There was no one on the stairwell, so she suddenly pushed Mrs. Moore down the stairs.

"Go to hell! I beg you to forgive me, but you're going to look into this! I am the daughter you raised, so

can't you forgive me for having deceived you for one time?"

After Mrs. Moore let out a cry of surprise, she fell down the stairs. Her head hit the sharp stair,

bleeding, and then, without even a cry, she closed her eyes and died.

"Mom!"

Samantha, who had rushed here, cried bitterly as she looked at Mrs. Moore lying in a pool of blood.

Her eyes were red with tears, while she quickly ran down the stairs, taking Mrs. Moore in her arms.

"Mom...Don't die, don't..."

When she saw Peyton and Mrs. Moore running over here, she came right over here.

She was late.

Mrs. Moore was no longer breathing, and her face was covered in blood. Mrs. Moore had only just

learned the truth, but she had not yet had a chance to look at her own daughter.

There was a sudden malevolence in Peyton's eyes. She rolled her eyes, crying suddenly as her tears

rolled down. "My God, you are a murderer! You are a murderer!"