Mrs. Fletcher looked at Mr. Fletcher.
Mr. Fletcher, filled with anger, handed the phone back to Karen and said sternly, "Rest assured, if this matter is true, I will make sure he gives you justice."
Karen lowered her head and whispered, "How can he give me justice? My child is already gone. No matter how he compensates, my child won't come back! Sob, my poor child, it's because I'm useless, I trusted your father too much, and that's why you died tragically at the hands of your biological father."
Mrs. Fletcher didn't like the way she spoke, furrowing her brow and displeasedly saying, "The child hasn't had a DNA test yet, so we can't confirm if he is Justin's biological father."
Although she was ninety percent sure in her heart that the child was her own grandson. But she also didn't like others speaking ill of her son like this.
Karen sobbed, "If it wasn't Justin's child, why would he kill him? He's afraid if the child is his, he needs to take responsibility for the child, so he killed the child. Otherwise, tell me, why did he kill my child? What was his purpose?"
A series of questions left Mrs. Fletcher speechless.
Mr. Fletcher was dissatisfied with Mrs. Fletcher's continued defense of their son. He reprimanded, "At this point, you don't need to protect that rebellious son anymore. We both know what he's thinking. He killed my own grandson, and I won't let this matter rest!"
After saying that, he looked at Karen and promised solemnly, "You go back first, I will give you an explanation for this matter."
Seeing the situation improving, Karen nodded obediently and got up to leave.
After watching her figure disappear at the door, Mr. Fletcher suddenly vented all his dissatisfaction.
"It's all because of you. If you hadn't spoiled him since childhood, how could he have done such a crazy thing? I taught him since childhood that as a man, he must take responsibility. Since he made Karen pregnant, he must take responsibility. If he didn't want to take responsibility, he shouldn't have ruined the innocence of a girl. And now, not only did he ruin her innocence, he also killed his own child with his own hands. This is a serious problem with moral character. If he can kill his own child today, he can kill his father tomorrow."
Mrs. Fletcher anxiously defended, "It's not as serious as you say."
Mr. Fletcher stared, "An apple rots from the inside and you can't see it from the outside. If it's not dealt with, it will only get worse. Don't you understand?"
Mrs. Fletcher was speechless. She wanted to defend her son, but she also felt that what her husband said made sense.
Mr. Fletcher continued, "From the beginning, I disagreed with him being with Samantha, but I reluctantly agreed because I couldn't resist you all! If I had known, if I had bitten the bullet and disagreed, Justin wouldn't have killed his own child."
Mrs. Fletcher had nothing to say.
Mr. Fletcher said, "Call him immediately and tell him to come back. This matter must be explained to Karen."
Mrs. Fletcher didn't say anything more and took out her phone to call Justin.
Not long after hanging up, the home phone rang.
The butler answered the phone, then handed it to Mr. Fletcher, "Sir, it's the Chief of Police on the line."
"The Chief of Police?" Mr. Fletcher was taken aback for a moment, then picked up the phone with some confusion, "Hello, Chief Kingston!"
The person on the other end hesitated for a moment, then said, "I heard that your son and the Miller family's eldest daughter, Samantha, are engaged and will be getting married soon, is that right?"
Mr. Fletcher didn't know why he suddenly mentioned this matter and asked in return, "Is there something going on?"
Seeing that he didn't deny it, the chief said, "So, this matter is true!"
Mr. Fletcher said, "Chief Kingston, please just tell me directly if you have something to say."
Chief Kingston paused for a moment before slowly saying, "Well, recently there was a murder case at a guesthouse. The victim's name is Rex."
"Hmm?" Mr. Fletcher couldn't understand what this had to do with Samantha.
Chief Kingston continued, "We found a button at the scene, as well as several strands of female hair on the bed. After a series of investigations, we found that both the button and the hair belong to your future daughter-in-law, Samantha."
At this revelation, Mr. Fletcher widened his eyes in disbelief and asked incredulously, "What did you say? Say it again?"
Both of these items belonged to Samantha?
In other words, Samantha killed Rex?
Chief Kingston felt Mr. Fletcher's anger and broke out in a cold sweat. He continued reluctantly, "Based on the current evidence, Samantha is the primary suspect. She may even be the murderer. Because she is your future daughter-in-law, I'm afraid this matter will have an impact on the Fletcher family, so I decided to inform you first and inquire about the situation."
Although the Fletcher family couldn't compete with the top families in the capital, they still held enough status and power. Those wealthy people had intricate relationships with the government. So, upon learning of this matter, he immediately informed the head of the Fletcher family. Just in case they accidentally offended someone they couldn't afford to offend.
Mr. Fletcher's face turned ashen, his forehead veins bulging in a way never seen before.
"Why did she kill Rex?" he asked.
Chief Kingston said, "The reason is still unclear, but the two of them had grievances four years ago. Back then, Rex was dating Samantha's half-sister, Suzy. She had a feud with him because she opposed their relationship. Rex had only recently returned to the capital. As for whether they had any recent disputes or grievances, it hasn't been determined yet. We suspect that they... um..."
At this point, Chief Kingston couldn't continue.
Mr. Fletcher sternly said, "Just say it. I want to know the whole truth."
Chief Kingston boldly voiced his speculation, "We suspect they had an illicit relationship. At the scene of the crime, Rex was found naked, indicating that they had just engaged in sexual intercourse."
These words ignited Mr. Fletcher's suppressed anger completely. He gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you for informing me, Chief Kingston. I will remember your kindness! Let me think for a moment, and I'll call you back later."
"Okay! I'll be waiting for your call."
With that, both parties hung up the phone.
Mrs. Fletcher sat on the side, unable to hear their conversation, but she could tell from her husband's facial expressions that he was very angry now.
Even angrier than before.
After they finished their call, she quickly asked, "Dear, what happened? Why did Chief Kingston call you?"
Mr. Fletcher's face was dark, surrounded by a layer of frost. He remained silent and didn't speak for a while.
After a long moment, he spoke firmly. "Justin can't stay in the capital anymore. If he continues to stay here, he'll be dragged down by Samantha sooner or later."
Mrs. Fletcher realized that something serious had happened and became even more anxious.
"What exactly happened? Why don't you say it? Who killed Rex? Who is Rex? Did Justin kill Rex?"
As she spoke, Mrs. Fletcher's heart almost leaped into her throat.
She was trembling with fear.
Afraid that her son had truly gone astray.
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