"I didn’t expect that we were all deceived. It’s a disgrace to Big Brother. Don’t worry, if there’s anything, co to Second Uncle. I’ll do everything I can to help you find out the truth."
"Alright," lody Thorne smiled faintly, "It seems like in the Seymour Family, only Second Uncle and my dad had the best relationship."
"Sigh, we were about the sa age, so we were together all the ti. We did almost everything together. Every ti I think about those days, I also feel uneasy," Albert Seymour said painfully.
"Second Uncle still rembers my dad, he’d be very happy."
"He would be proud to have such a clever daughter like you. Rember, Second Uncle will definitely support you."
"Alright," lody Thorne watched Albert Seymour walk out.
Upon just hearing that her brother might have been murdered, almost everyone chose to avoid suspicion, but Seymour Albert chose to support her. Were they truly on such good terms?
"Outwardly, they won’t do much, but they’ll fight tooth and nail for the heir’s position. The old man said the heir won’t be chosen from among them. Even if, for their children’s sake, they seem to get along well, behind the scenes it’s still the sa," Caleb explained.
"So you also think Albert Seymour’s reaction was a bit unusual?" lody Thorne glanced at Caleb.
But before her gaze could reach him, another tall figure blocked it. Jared Quinn stood between her and Caleb, completely blocking her. His large hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his arms, asserting his authority.
"He is quite suspicious, but you also need to rest now," Jared Quinn effortlessly picked her up and headed towards the hall’s exit.
"Jared Quinn, could you stop picking up so easily? I’m now the heir of the Seymour Family. If soone sees, they’ll laugh to death," lody Thorne stared at him.
"I don’t have to carry you out," Jared Quinn’s handso face flashed a charming and alluring light, making him even more irresistibly stunning, "Call ’husband,’ and I’ll put you down."
"It’s not like I haven’t called you that before," lody Thorne glared at him, but people hadn’t gone far outside yet, and she didn’t want to be seen being carried out.
"Husband," she obediently called out once.
"Can’t hear it," Jared Quinn not only didn’t let go but held her even tighter.
"Husband."
"Louder."
"Husband."
"Why is your voice still so soft?" Jared Quinn’s eyes sparkled with amusent.
"Jared Quinn, you’re doing this on purpose," lody Thorne bit his chest.
Jared Quinn lowered his head and let out a muffled groan, the smile on his lips growing broader.
"Bro, aren’t they just too much?" Leon Rivers draped an arm over Caleb’s shoulder, "I advise you to break the contract, or you’ll definitely be tortured to death by them."
Caleb gave him a cold look, "You’re the only one who would be tortured to death by them."
He followed them.
"Hey, bro, your tolerance for their antics is really high," Leon Rivers shouted from behind Caleb, "Your defense against their drama is almost like a brick wall."
At the place where Howard Seymour was cremated, the doctor confird that Howard Seymour was indeed dead. "He might be the most grueso death I’ve ever seen. Not only was there a dagger in his head, but his body was shattered, too. When he was brought in, we suggested treating it, but the old man didn’t agree. He didn’t want him to suffer anymore, so he had him cremated imdiately."
"So that proves my dad is indeed dead," lody Thorne lowered her head. Ever since hearing Howard Seymour’s recording, she had always had a strong feeling he was still alive.
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