Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 392

Her father really was the one responsible for the death of her uncle and aunt.

“Dad must have had his reasons,” Monica blurted out, almost reflexively.

“No reason could ever justify murder,” Nora sighed. She knew Monica didn’t mean what she said—she just couldn’t accept the truth yet.

Monica covered her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. She remembered how, as a child, they had adored her, always buying her pretty dresses and treating her as if she were their own daughter.

Her mother had explained it once: it was because their eldest daughter had gone missing, and all the love meant for her had been given to Monica instead.

Guilt gnawed at Monica. “I’ve let them down.”

“Monica, this isn’t your fault.” Nora would never blame Monica for what David had done.

She hadn’t known a thing.

And now, she had lost her father too.

They talked for quite a while, and by dinnertime, Monica seemed to have pulled herself together a little.

At the dinner table, the only one still clearly upset was Mary.

A dark mood hung over her, making her seem even colder than usual.

After dinner, the matriarch tried to persuade Monica to stay the night, but Monica glanced at Mary and decided to leave with her instead.

The old lady sighed. “Monica may be a bit spoiled, but her heart is in the right place. She’s worried about Mary and wants to keep her company.”

Shirley murmured softly, “Poor Monica.”

In the car outside—

As soon as Mary got in, her words were sharp as knives. “Your father died because of them, and you’re not even thinking of getting justice for him. Instead, you sit there smiling. How could you betray him like that?”

Monica replied quietly, “I’ve looked into it. Uncle and Aunt’s deaths really were connected to Dad.”

Mary’s face twisted with rage. “Even if that’s true, it’s the police’s job to investigate—not for them to hound your father to death! Monica, you don’t care about your father at all, do you?”

Daniel didn’t even look up, but his grip on the pen tightened.

So, this was it. She really wanted to draw a clean line between them.

“Let Judy handle everything.” Daniel’s voice was clipped.

Will made a note but couldn’t help himself as he turned to leave. “Sir, you haven’t rested properly in days…”

“Get out.” Daniel’s tone was icy.

Will hurried out. At the door, he ran into Mr. Hogan Chambers and stopped him in concern. “Please, you have to talk to Mr. Chambers. He can’t keep working at this pace—his health can’t take it.”

Mr. Hogan Chambers frowned as he walked into the office.

Daniel didn’t lift his head. “What is it?”

Mr. Hogan Chambers struck his cane hard against the floor. “Are you planning to work yourself into the grave?”