The Real Heiress Is Coming Back (Hannah Carter) novel Chapter 333

Chapter 332 The Murderer

Chapter 332 The Murderer

When Hannah arrived at the consultation room, Vera was sitting on a rosewood chair, turning the prayer beads in her hand. Allen was holding a thermos in his arms, glancing around the room.

As soon as he saw her, Allen hurried over and shoved the thermos at Hannah. “Hey, beautiful, try these! I made the dumplings myself. Go on, have some!”

“No, thanks,” Hannah replied, giving the thermos a quick look but not taking it.

Allen wouldn’t give up, still insisting and pushing the thermos toward her. “Come on, eat! Just try them!”

“Ms. Carter, sorry about this,” Vera said, stepping forward to explain. “I told him last night that you saved his life and that you’d be coming today. He was adamant about bringing you the dumplings he made himself.”

She tried to take the thermos from Allen, coaxing him, “Allen, she’s not hungry right now. Why don’t we see the doctor first? Let me hold it for you, okay?”

“No!” Allen hugged the thermos tightly to his chest, refusing to let her touch it no matter how much she tried to persuade him.

“Come with me,” Hannah said, glancing again at the thermos he was clutching, then headed toward the empty consultation room next door.

Allen obediently followed her into the room. As Hannah was about to close the door, Vera quickly asked, “Can I go in with Allen? I’m worried he might get scared.”

Before Hannah could refuse, Allen said in his usual goofy way, Im not scared. The pretty lady saved me, so I’m not scared.” “Anna doesn’t like to be disturbed during her appointments. Ms. Thole, please wait over here,” Evelyn said, coming over to explain.

Vera glanced at Allen, still looking worried, but seeing that he didn’t need her at all, she finally had no choice but to follow Evelyn to the waiting room next door.

Once the door was shut, Hannah clicked the lock and then turned to face him.

Allen still had that goofy grin, clutching his thermos as he curiously poked at things and glanced around the room.

“There aren’t any cameras here, and the soundproofing is Level 6-the best you can get,” Hannah said, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

Only then did Allen finally relax, dropping the goofy act he’d been putting on all along. He looked straight at Hannah and said, “You’re investigating who killed my dad, aren’t you?”

Hannah had been trying to figure out how to get him to bring up his father’s case, but he just came right out and said it.

With that one sentence, it was clear he didn’t believe that Lysander was the one who killed his father.

Hannah met his earnest gaze, feeling a rush of emotion in her chest.

Ever since she’d returned to uncover the truth behind her adoptive mother’s death and her adoptive father being framed, he was the first person who was absolutely convinced her adoptive father wasn’t the one who killed Allen’s father-and truly stood on her side.

Even Barnaby, who had helped her plenty, had never shown such unwavering faith in her adoptive father.

“Yes,” Hannah nodded, though she was still puzzled. “Why do you believe Lysander isn’t the one who killed your dad?”

Most people in his position wouldn’t be so sure about standing up for the person everyone thinks is the killer.

“Back then, I really thought Lysander killed my dad just to take the family throne. I hated him for it,” Allen said. “But when I saw my aunt-Lysander’s wife-constantly digging for evidence o clear his name, coming over to my mom’s place every other day to talk through the case, I started to waver.”

“Only someone who’s truly been framed would be even more desperate than the victim’s own family to get to the truth. That’ s exactly how my aunt was.”

He continued, “The day before my aunt was about to reveal the murderer, she died in an accident-or at least, that’s what they called it.

“My mom told me it wasn’t an accident, and that’s when I knew for sure Lysander was innocent. But she wouldn’t let me say a word about it. She said if I did, we’d end

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“So she forced me to act sick, act crazy, and plu, din Sa

and curverything at Thole Group and made sure I never spoke up. She said that was the only way I’d make it in the Thole family.”

But in the end, she passed away first, leaving him to fend for himself in the Thole family.

He survived, but every day was a living hell.

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Chapter 332 The Murderer

Hannah thought about how he’d pretended to be slow-witted in the Thole family, even going so far as to eat mud just to keep up the act. Her throat caught.

But this wasn’t the moment for tears. She drew in a deep breath and asked, ‘So, do you know who the murderer is?”

“I don’t know,” Allen shook his head. “My mom didn’t want me mixed up in any of this. No matter how much I begged, she just wouldn’t give me a straight answer.”

Hannah felt that pain all too well.

Back then, her adoptive mother had done the same-never told her the truth, even sent her away to her grandmother’s just to keep her safe, and faced everything alone.

“But you must know,” Allen suddenly said.

“Me?” Hannah looked puzzled.

Allen nodded with certainty. “Exactly!”

Hannah gave him a skeptical look, waiting for him to explain why he thought she would know.

But instead of answering, Allen suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her hand tight, and asked with heartfelt sincerity “Can you promise me-if I tell you everything I know, you’ll really find out who killed my dad and make them pay?”

All these years, he’d acted crazy and dumb just like his mom asked-not just to keep his head down in the Thole family. Every day, the thought ate at him-his dad was gone, the real murderer was still walking free, and someone innocent was rotting away behind bars.

Hannah felt the intensity of his grip-heavy, almost desperate, as if he was handing over all the burdens he’d carried alone. She gave a solemn nod, her eyes unwavering. “I swear it!”

No matter what, she would clear her adoptive father’s name and hunt down whoever was behind her adoptive mother’s death. She’d make sure they paid for every last thing they’d done.

“Alright, I trust you!” Allen finally let go of her hand, set the thermos down on the table, and popped the lid open. Inside was a big, shapeless blob-honestly, you couldn’t tell if it was supposed to be dumplings, wontons, or just some weird experiment gone wrong.

Hannah was at a loss for words.

Allen scooped out the blob, revealing a hidden layer of flour underneath. He dug his hand right into the flour and fished out a white bag-with a phone tucked inside.

‘Figures. Only Allen would go to such crazy lengths to stay careful, Hannah thought.

Allen powered up the phone, switched off both data and Wi-Fi, then opened the photo album and handed it to Hannah.” These are the case file photos I secretly snapped back then-Lysander’s files.”

Seeing how careful he was, Hannah finally understood why she’d never been able to get any info from him before.

Even the best hacker couldn’t break into a device that wasn’t on ne-let alone one that’s powered off.

Hannah wanted to transfer the photos to her computer for a closer look, but Allen, being so careful, wouldn’t allow it. So she had to check them out right there on his phone.

The photos showed the paper case files, and all the evidence at the scene pointed directly to her adoptive father as the culprit. In the end, he gave up on hiring a lawyer to defend himself, accepted the verdict, and went to prison.

But as Hannah looked through these photos, she couldn’t see any clue that would support Allen’s claim that she already knew who the real killer was.

“After looking through these photos over and over, I found two dues at the scene that were never logged as evidence.” As he spoke, he leaned in, scrolled through, and found a photo another folder.

The picture was a close-up of the storage cabinet under the table at the crime scene. The cabinet door was half open, and a small clip had fallen out. You could see the table leg next to the cabinet had definitely been shifted.

“I think my aunt had a private investigator snap this after the incident. This photo never made it into the police files, and no one knows where that piece of evidence ended up.” Allen explained.

He zoomed in on the photo, revealing a tiny clip, its surface sparkling with pink rhinestones

He turned to Hannah, eyes searching her face. “Hey, does this lile clip ring any bells for you?”

Hannah stared at the clip, a flicker of recognition crossing her face. When she was a kid, her adoptive mom loved buying her glittery hair clips and trinkets like this, always pairing them with frilly dresses to turn her into a little princess.

And that cabinet… back at Graceland, when she played hide-and seek with her adoptive father and the others, it was one of her favorite places to hide.

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