CHAPTER 50.1

"Shanna."

She just chuckled at me and looked at the graves of Mother Esme and Father Ronaldo.

"Sad. "Do you think it was because of you that they died?" she asked, smirking.

I was taken aback and backed away. I will not be caught off guard by what she says. She's just doing this to bring out my guilt because she might be right that they died because of me.

"Why haven't you surrendered to the police?" I asked her seriously, as she was stunned.

"Why should I give up while you're still alive?" I'll give up only when you're gone."

I backed away from her until I was leaning against their grave.

"Stop it, Shanna," I said as I walked away from her.

"It's your fault that my parents were killed, and it's your fault that our lives have become miserable," she said. She also started shooting at the museum.

"Don't blame me for everything, Shanna. You're the one who made your life miserable; I've been your slave for 18 years; isn't that enough? " I asked her as I continued to walk away from her, bu