“Do you think Jacqueline has only hurt my wife and my parents, huh?” Shane snapped, breaking Jackson’s reverie.
“W-What do you mean? Did she hurt anyone else?” Jackson stuttered, dumbfounded.
“Yeah, her parents,” Shane enunciated every word slowly.
To Jackson, those simple words were like a wall that came crashing down on him.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally recomposed himself and asked hesitantly, “Do you mean to say that Jacqueline has something to do with her parents’ death?”
“According to my investigation, she could be the one who orchestrated everything, causing the death of Mr. Graham and his wife.” Shane’s words sent Jackson into a tizzy.
Undoubtedly, orchestrating was even more petrifying than getting involved. One’s involvement in someone’s death might be an indirect or unintentional act. But with orchestration, it was totally different. In other words, Jacqueline could have committed the crime of attempted murder.
Right that instant, Jackson felt his blood run cold. Blood drained from his baby face as he mumbled, “How could it be…”
He shook his head frantically and was reluctant to accept the truth. “How could she harm her own parents?”
“Why not? There’s nothing the ruthless woman can’t do. Look how she repaid my parents’ love and care for her.”
Jackson was at a loss for words. Shane’s parents did not treat her well? No, it’s the opposite. I saw it with my own eyes how they treated her as though she was their own daughter.
Shane’s parents had treated Jacqueline just like how Kenneth had treated her. Nonetheless, she had the heart to inflict harm on Shane’s parents, who had loved her dearly as though she were their own daughter. And because of that, it would not be a surprise if she had done the same to her own parents.
“How could it be…” A horror-stricken Jackson staggered backward and almost slumped onto the ground.
Shane gazed at him frigidly. “This is the truth.”
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