Hearing my statement, John inhaled deeply. “It would be easy to end his life. But what about your child? Don’t you want to reunite with your child?” he asked with a dark gaze.
He paused and looked into the distance with a stoic glint in his eyes. “Even when it comes to killing him, you should not dirty your hands. Remember Scarlett, you shouldn’t be the one doing those deeds.”
The act of murder would haunt me for the rest of my life. Naturally, John would not allow me to bear this burden.
Despite his kind words, I shook my head stubbornly and tried to erase the events that had taken place earlier from my memory. “Have you looked into the guard’s background? Were they any clues?” I asked in order to change the subject.
John shook his head and remained silent.
After all, Emery and John had intelligent henchmen working under their command. If there was a solid lead, they would have leaped into action instead of panicking over the killer’s life.
Knock, knock.
“Mr. Stovall, Ms. Stovall, Mr. Grant has arrived,” the maid knocked on the door and called out politely.
Just as I had regained my composure, her words sent me into a haze of frenzy as I leaped to my feet and prepared to run out.
Before I could take my revenge, it seems like this sly fox had come to me myself!
“Calm down, think of your child,” John raised out his hand and stopped me in my tracks.
Immediately I scowled. However, I nodded in agreement after I thought about his words.
Once he confirmed that I had regained my composure, John brought me downstairs.
In the living room, Ezra was in the midst of drinking his tea when he heard our footsteps. A frown graced his forehead as he turned around; he seemed to share our discomfort. “You’re here,” he said.
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