The Return of the God Level Assassin Chapter 796 INTERVIEW (II)

"BUT I want you to," Luo Yan said with a smile, purposely trying to get a rise from the other. "You see, your father invited here to investigate what happened 20 years ago. He believed that one of his children planned what happened and deliberately burned the house to kill Richard. And you're one of those children, are you not?"

"Stop!" Charles shouted. "I will never do sothing like that! I—Richard is my brother. I wouldn't hurt him the sa way I wouldn't hurt my father."

"Hmm… but your father didn't seem to think so," Luo Yan said. "How old are you back then, 15, 16? You must be quite diabolical if you turned out to be the mastermind."

The other violently rapped on the desk with his fist. The impact imdiately caused wounds on his knuckle. "Don't try to even suggest that I would dare do so! Richard is the only one who treated like a real brother. If I were to off any of my siblings, then, I'd rather kill Edward."

Luo Yan raised one of his brows. That statent surely was controversial. Although it showed that he cared for Richard, it also showed how much he disliked his eldest brother. Add that to his reaction when he saw the burned corpse of his father and one could imdiately see that he wasn't as careless as he appeared to be.

He loved his second brother and father. Luo Yan could see it from the anguished that crossed the other's face when Richard was ntioned. If his gut feeling was correct, then he could cross out Charles from the arson and murder that happened 20 years ago. Maybe even for the cri that happened today. Of course, that's under the premise that the corpse indeed belonged to William Harcourt.

For now, Luo Yan should focus first on the incident 20 years ago and take all the information he could from this guy.

"Sit down, Mr. Charles," he said. But the other only glared at him. "I said, sit down."

Charles looked reluctant to do so but he still plopped down on his seat.

"If you really are as innocent as you said you are, then help understand what happened 20 years ago. Tell all the details that you know." When the other didn't answer and just gazed down, tapping on the desk, Luo Yan added, "If not for , then at least for the brother who cared for you."

He saw Charles flinched when he said that last part.

"Co on, Charles. I know you also suspected foul play. Don't you want to know the truth of what happened back then?" he goaded, trying to push the other to say more. "The truth whether Richard die of accident or if soone deliberately killed him."

Charles still stayed silent. When he thought that that would continue, the other suddenly spoke.

"I was at Eton when Catherine told that Richard was back at Magnolia Manor. I hadn't seen him for almost four years. So, I quickly went back even though I still have classes left for that day. Richard, he, he was more like a father to . Our father had always been busy making our family rich that he barely had any ti for his children. Especially after Mother passed away.

"Being the youngest, I barely entered my father's sphere of attention. Edward, who was much, much older, gallivanting around, sowing seeds. Catherine was too focus on herself to even care about others, much less . It was Richard, he was the only one who really cared.

"He taught my letters, taught etiquettes and manners. At the sa ti, he played all kinds of children's gas with . He was the reason my childhood was not as sad as it probably should have been. So, you can see why I was so attached to him. I also heard that he ca back with his son. I was also very excited to et the boy.

"Just as I got off the train station, the car that was supposed to fetch took its sweet ti to arrive. And then, on the way to the manor, the car broke down. By the ti we returned to the manor, dinner had already passed. When I was about to enter the manor, the right wing of the house suddenly exploded.

"The explosion threw off. The impact of the throw was so strong that it made lose consciousness. When I woke up the next day, I was told that Richard and his son died from the explosion and that Father was heavily injured. That's how it happened. At least, my version of it."

As Luo Yan was listening to Charles' story, he made sure that he wouldn't miss any expression as the other was speaking. Although Charles was drunk, he clearly showed clarity when he was recounting his story. It's not that he beca sober all of a sudden. It's more like he had been relieving that mont ti and ti again that's why he could easily recount it even when he was inebriated.

"Is that all that you rembered?" he asked.

Charles was silent for a second, as if he was considering whether to answer him. But at the end, he just shrugged and said, "I don't know if it's important, I'm not even sure if it happened or if it was just a fragnt of my imagination."

"What is it?"

"As I was losing consciousness, I heard voices talking. One was saying that this was not what they planned. And the other just answered that what happened was for the better. After that, it was all blank."

Luo Yan frowned when he heard that but he still wrote it on his little notepad. "Did you recognize their voices?"

"That's the thing, detective. The voices sounded like slow-motion slur in my ear. I don't even know if it belonged to a man or a woman."

Well, at least this confird one thing. That there was indeed foul play to the incident that happened 20 years ago. The voices that Charles heard might as well belonged to the culprit. Or in this case, 'culprits'.