Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 617

Chapter 617 This Cannot Be A Coincidence

The dim lighting inside the prison cell made the blade's gleam more piercing.

With an insidious look in his eyes, Yael gripped the dagger and swung it directly at Cedrick's waist.

The dagger was just about to penetrate Cedrick's camouflage military uniform, and Yael began to visualize what a bloody mess his victim would soon become.

Yet, the dagger suddenly stopped in its trajectory, just a few centimeters away from its target.

Cedrick had grabbed Yael's wrist so tightly that the latter couldn't budge.

“To think that you even tried to murder me on my own turf,” Cedrick scoffed. “Are you that tired of living, Uncle Yael?”

Yael froze briefly before roaring with laughter. “I'm well aware that the Federal Bureau of Investigation won't let me go even if I kill you.”

With a frown, Cedrick tightened his grip on Yael's hand. The intense pain forced the latter to let go of his dagger so his opponent could take it.

“You know you can't kill me. Even if you could, there's no way you'd be able to get away. But you still tried. Do you intend to go down together?” With the dagger now in his hands, Cedrick placed it over Yael's neck. “How do you expect me to believe your confession if you act like this, Uncle Yael?”

“Every word I told you was the truth, Cedrick. You can look into what I said if you don't believe me. My words are at least far more believable than those so-called truths your grandfather told you.” Yael spoke boldly and earnestly, still sounding like an elder advising someone younger despite being held at knifepoint. “Xander's too naive, Cedrick. He gets used by others easily. Why don't you let him go now that he's secretly left the Federal Bureau of Investigation? He'll never return to the Jenson residence or get in your way anymore.”

Cedrick pursed his lips, remaining frigid in spite of his uncle giving in and not giving a firm answer with regard to Xander.

“You should worry about yourself, Uncle Yael. Attempting to murder me with a dagger is no small matter. You would've been released after getting detained for just a few days, but now, we might have to involve the Department of Justice. You could even go to jail.”

He sounded as cold as ice.

The atmosphere of the prison cell turned suffocating.

“As for Xander, we'll deal with him depending on how legitimate your confession is.”

As those last words fell, Cedrick got up and walked out of the cell with the dagger, not looking back.

“I'm old now, Cedrick. Do what you want with me, but don't go after Xander. Let me take his place,” Yael called out with a hint of hopelessness and a father's despair in his voice the moment Cedrick arrived at the door.

Cedrick stopped in his tracks as though contemplating his uncle's words.

Ultimately, he responded with nothing and left, the dagger still in his hand as he walked along the hallway.

All his life, he had never felt any love from his parents. The only memories he had growing up were of the ever-forbidding Valentino.

Would a father really resort to such a foolish decision for his son?

Is he that willing to sacrifice his own life for his son's safety? And this dagger... They searched him before detaining him, so there was no way he could've brought it into his cell. Whoever snuck Xander away must've secretly given it to him.

There was only one person in the Federal Bureau of Investigation who had the power to disable all the surveillance cameras and take Xander away—Valentino.

Cedrick's brows furrowed deeply. He tightened his grip on the dagger, a complex feeling swirling in his head.

It was only after Neville showed up that he brushed aside all those heavy thoughts.

“You don't look too good. Are you okay? Do you want to head back earlier and rest?” Neville asked softly.

Remaining expressionless, Cedrick handed the dagger to Neville. “Yael tried to kill me with a dagger when I visited him. This is what he used. Record this case, and I'll take care of it when I'm free in a few days.”

Neville took the weapon with both hands. “Very well.”

Clad in military boots, Cedrick left and returned to his office.

Gwendolyn was sitting on the couch drinking her coffee, awaiting his arrival.

She rushed toward him as soon as he walked in. “Well? What did Yael say?”

Cedrick removed his thick military jacket, looking especially grim.

“He said my parents' car crash was no accident. It was a homicide, and Uncle David was behind it.”

Gwendolyn was taken aback. “Uncle David? How could that be?”

David was Triss' father, and although Gwendolyn didn't know him well, he had once spoken up for Cedrick when the latter was being interrogated in the ancestral hall.

He seems like such a kind and honest man! He didn't even involve himself when Cedrick and Yael were fighting for power. How could a leisurely old man like him who always minded his own business be behind the death of Cedrick's parents?