"May I know what was written in the letter, Scott?" asked Mr. James.
Scott closed the letter and replied, “My father died of poison. Someone put poison in his food and that's why he died."
"Do you have a suspect?" James asked.
"Not. I never thought of suspecting anyone, but Fred's father couldn't have done something despicable like this. As far as I know, despite competing with my father, he places great emphasis on honesty and sportsmanship. So, somehow I feel a little confused, this letter confused me. Who had the heart to put poison in my father's food? He's never hurt anyone," Scott replied, looking back at the letter in his hand.
“But the poison was found in Fred's father's study room. How do you explain that?” asked Mr. James.
"I don't know, I'll look into this later. Then, am I still obliged to come to Peter's funeral?"
“After considering it, I decided it wasn't necessary anymore. I will send my assistant to come to the funeral. Now you can go."
Then, Scott got up and said goodbye to Mr. James, then stepped out of the office of the High Court. This time he walked out of the High Court headquarters alone. He walked down a long hallway that was directly connected to the headquarters exit.
Outside, one of Mr. James' private driver was waiting for him and as soon as he saw Scott, he immediately opened the car door and let him in.
“Mr. Scott, please come in. Mr. James asked me to take you home," he said as he stood beside the car door.
“Okay, thanks Axel,” Scott replied as he got into the car.
Not long after that, Axel was sitting in the driver's seat and was starting the car engine while fastening the safety belt. Scott, sitting in the back passenger seat, stared out the side window wondering where to start the investigation. It felt like all roads seemed deadlocked and there were no clues at all.
When he was daydreaming, apparently Axel realized that Scott looked confused. He ventured to ask.
“Sir, is there a problem? I'm sorry I interfered too much," he asked.
Scott, who was originally looking out of the window, then turned his head and looked at Axel, then replied, “Yeah, too many things have happened lately and it all confused me. What should I do?"
"Doing for what, sir?" asked Axel again.
"To investigate the mastermind behind my father's death."
"But, isn't the mastermind Mr. Fred's father?" asked Axel once more.
"That's what confused me. From all sides, it seemed impossible for him to do all that. Since childhood, I have known him well. So when the evidence pointed to him and he went to trial. I really couldn't believe any of that. I wish there was something else that could lead to something that would make him innocent. However, Fred's father had committed suicide in prison and Fred blamed me for his father's death. Our friendship since childhood is finally broken.”
"I'm sorry about that, sir. But, hopefully, there will be a solution to the problem you are facing.”
"Thank you, Axel."
"You're welcome, Sir."
After the conversation, Scott leaned back in his chair and tried to recall the day his father was found dead. At the time, he was in town with Tom and Katie. Moments later, his father's assistant informed him that his father had died while eating his lunch. However, the assistant did not know if his father died from poison until the autopsy evidence from the police came out.
From there, Scott got a glimmer of hope, maybe what he should do is ask again about the actual sequence of events to his father's assistant named Alex.
Happiness was visible on his face. The handsome man hoped that his efforts this time would not end in vain and could bring good results for himself and Fred's father's name if he was not the culprit.
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