The Captain I Married by Chance novel Chapter 232

The moment he heard his son might be a murderer, Mr. Devereaux completely shed his authoritative, billionaire persona. He forgot about staying calm, forgot about protecting his family's prestigious image. In that instant, he was nothing more than a terrified, aging father.

"Are there security cameras we can check?"

Nora's voice sliced through the chaotic murmurs.

The guests had clustered into small, nervous groups, forming a wide perimeter around the grisly scene.

Nora stood alone beside the body. In her elegant white dress, she looked like a solitary magnolia blooming in a sea of blood.

Mr. Devereaux suddenly remembered she was a medical examiner. He lunged toward her as if she were a lifeline. "Ms. Hayes, my son wouldn't kill anyone."

Seeing the once high-and-mighty executive hunched over, looking as though he had aged a decade in minutes, Nora's gaze softened slightly, though her professional demeanor remained ironclad.

"Mr. Devereaux, please try to stay calm. The police will be here shortly, and they will uncover the truth."

"Right now, I need you to tell me—are there security cameras in this hall?"

Her tone was so steady it bordered on detached.

Several people stared at her as if she were a ghost, utterly bewildered by how she could remain so composed.

But for Mr. Devereaux, her unwavering calm was exactly the anchor his panicked mind needed. Recalling how highly his son spoke of her, he placed all his desperate hope in Nora.

"Yes."

"There are six cameras in total."

Hearing that the incident was likely recorded on video brought a wave of collective relief to the room.

The initial horror of witnessing a violent death was slowly receding, making way for morbid curiosity.

"So, where is Nolan?" someone asked, craning their neck to scan the room. Not spotting him anywhere, they muttered, "Something this huge happens in his own house, and he hasn't shown up?"

"Maybe he has a guilty conscience and went into hiding."

"Alright, I'll get on that—"

Before Mr. Devereaux could finish his sentence, sharp footsteps echoed from the entrance.

"Who are you?" the waiter at the door stammered.

Nora looked up, her gaze locking instantly with a pair of familiar eyes. The man wore a sharply tailored suit and red-soled leather shoes.

Nathan Peyton locked his sights on her the second he walked in, striding purposefully in her direction.

"Wait, sir, you can't—"

The waiter tried to block his path, but Nathan didn't even break his stride. With a flick of his wrist, he flashed a silver badge.

"Police. Step aside."