Abandoned by All I Took It All Back novel Chapter 432

Hamlin's white hair was easy to identify.

Aside from Old Mr. Aurelius, no one else in the household had white hair.

That's how they quickly zeroed in on Hamlin.

Furthermore, two distinct footprints were found on the side of the garage, and a comparison confirmed they were Hamlin's.

Too many coincidences ceased to be a coincidence.

Old Mr. Aurelius heaved a heavy sigh and looked coldly at Hamlin. "Hamlin, how do you explain this?"

Hamlin heard the distrust in Old Mr. Aurelius's tone and his heart immediately panicked.

He hastily proclaimed his innocence.

"Sir, I'm being framed! I only went to the garage the other day because Yeager asked me to help put those gift bags in the trunk. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone there at all!"

Hamlin felt incredibly frustrated.

Not only was his hair white, but it was also falling out.

Especially in the last year, his hair loss had become severe, with clumps coming out every time he washed it.

Sometimes he would find his white hairs on the floor while cleaning.

He wasn't even that old, only in his fifties. Why was he losing so much hair!

Old Mr. Aurelius didn't want to wrong an innocent man, and deep down, he didn't believe Hamlin was capable of such a monstrous act.

But the matter had to be clarified.

So he said impassively, "Bring Yeager here."

Yeager arrived quickly, standing nervously to the side. "Sir, you were looking for me?"

"Did you ask Hamlin to move things the other day?"

Old Mr. Aurelius picked up his teacup from the table and took a light sip, his tone betraying no emotion.

Yeager thought for a moment and answered truthfully.

"Yes, sir. I had a bit of a stomachache at the time, so I asked Hamlin to help me put the gift bags in the trunk. Others can testify to this."

At the same time, he grew even angrier at Julius and Elena for wrongly accusing a long-time employee.

"Let him go, now!" Old Mr. Aurelius's voice was stern, laced with authority.

"Grandfather, Hamlin is lying. I have proof that he is the culprit."

Julius stood calmly, his angry eyes fixed on Hamlin.

Hamlin felt a chill run down his spine, but he didn't dare to look up, continuing to hang his head in a display of feigned misery.

Old Mr. Aurelius slammed his hand on the table irritably.

"Who taught you to speak in riddles? If you have something to say, say it all at once!"

He hated it when people spoke in halves, especially those who drew out the process.

He preferred things to be direct and to the point.

The same went for actions. No matter how elegant the process, if the result wasn't good, it was all for nothing.