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As the footage played, everyone can saw in it that Nathan was scouting the cliff while eyeing me suspiciously.
Then he lifted my leg, pushing me. The truth was clear as daylight.
Margaret’s face went ashen.
Claire pointed to the screen, exclaiming, "Look! Emily grabbed his shirt—she was killing him!"
I stayed calm and explained, "I was falling. Grabbing something was my instinct then."
The police agreed with me, ignoring Claire glaring at me.
Finally the video showed me trying to pull Nathan up until he slipped down to the void.
I was not to take the blame of his death at all.
At last Margaret and Claire had no comeback but to accept the conclusion.
A month later, I, according to Nathan's info, accessed the Riverside Bank safety deposit box in which the lottery ticket was kept.
I claimed the $100 million lottery winning, with netting $80 million after taxes.
As Nathan's widow, I shared it with Margaret, as the co-heir.
She waited at the lottery office, her hair grayed in a month.
"Emily, that’s my son's money. It all belongs to me."
Claire also showed up, visibly pregnant. She had moved into our house. "Exactly. My baby's Nathan's blood. He deserves a share of the money."
Claire was Margaret's only hope after Nathan's death.
I eyed Claire's belly, then turned to Margaret."Mom, I have to tell you that after I married your son, I got checked and confirmed that I'm fertile, so the only answer is Nathan was sterile, not able to have kids."
