His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1365

Chad's dark eyes narrowed sharply, the veins on the back of his hands bulging against his sickly pale skin.

He stared unblinking at the fruit knife. The weapon that had once helped him commit his darkest act was now lying there like a traitor, ready to seal his fate.

His mind spun before flashing back twenty years.

He had been just a teenager. His fair, handsome face was splattered with a girl's blood. He stood in the small living room gripping the knife, completely drenched in warm crimson. He looked utterly terrifying, like a demon dragged straight out of hell.

Yet, he felt no fear. Instead, he laughed. He trembled with manic, euphoric laughter.

The girl's blood was the perfect temperature. It felt indescribably satisfying against his skin.

"Chad! What... what are you doing?"

Hearing the shocked, furious shout, young Chad turned around, his smile not yet entirely gone.

Hamilton stared at his blood-soaked grandson, all color draining from his face. Driven by a grandfather's instinct, he asked in a trembling voice, "Child... are you hurt? Are you okay?"

"Grandpa..."

A sharp clang rang out.

The bloody fruit knife slipped from Chad's grip and hit the floor. He instantly dropped the smile, flawlessly playing the role of a terrified, helpless child.

"I'm sorry... Grandpa... I think I messed up."

Hamilton stared in horror at the housemaid lying in a pool of blood. His mind went blank. Mr. Murray rushed over to check on her, only to find the girl riddled with stab wounds, her flesh mutilated beyond recognition.

She was already dead.

"Grandpa... she... she wouldn't listen. I just wanted to scare her. But I didn't expect her to run right into the knife... I..."

Chad couldn't even finish the lie. There was no excuse in the world that could justify stabbing a girl eighteen times.

"Sir, the girl is..."

Mr. Murray stared at Chad's blood-stained yet innocent-looking face in absolute terror. His voice shook. "Should we... call the police?"

Call the police?

Grandpa, you said it yourself. I was your favorite grandson. You said you couldn't stand to see my life ruined.

So what are you doing now?

Are you betraying me?

"Even so, what does this prove?"

His lawyer recovered his composure and scoffed. "This case is over twenty years old. The statute of limitations has long passed. My client was only thirteen at the time. Under the law, he wouldn't face severe punishment anyway.

"Besides this knife and a so-called witness, do you have anything else? Security footage? An autopsy report? How can you prove my client murdered the maid? What if she attacked him, and it was self-defense?"

The other officer couldn't take it anymore. "We have the weapon and a witness! What more are you trying to argue?"

"My lawyer is right. Your chain of evidence is incomplete. You can't touch me," Chad said smoothly, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

In that moment, he looked exactly like the demonic teenager from twenty years ago.