Chapter 59 Her Son Was the Murderer


    In fact, Charles had researched the guest list just now, but he didn''t find anything wrong with the


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    guests. Those guests were all his rtives. What the hell was going on?


    The policeman checked the identities of the guests one by one with Charles, and then assembled all


    the servants to question. The servant also took the policeman to the scene of the incident and


    everywhere to conduct surveys, but he still found nothing.


    "ording to the current situation, no valuable clues can be found for the time being. I have to leave


    first. If you have any new clues, notify me." The policeman left a business card and turned around to


    leave.


    "Okay." Charles replied lightly, and let someone walk the policeman out.


    When he finally finished all this, he realized that his wife was a little weird. She sat motionless on the


    sofa. She seemed to lose her soul. Her eyes fixed on the ground. Meanwhile, she was still muttering


    something.


    Helena was a very superstitious person. When Marcus was born, she thought Marcus was an unlucky


    person because his feet came out first. Therefore, she treated him particrly indifferently. She must


    have been stimted after she saw what happened tonight.


    Charles walked slowly to her, deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "Helena, what are you talking


    about?"


    Helena looked up and nced at him. Her lips were trembling. Then she said, "Marcus is the murderer.


    He killed Ada..."


    "Shut up! Don''t talk nonsense!" Charles scolded, with obvious anger on his face.


    Helena ignored his scolding. She lowered her eyes and continued to look at the ground, whispering


    something.


    Having no other ways, Charles could only ask the servant to take good care of her, and then left the


    main house.


    The next day, early morning.


    Janice slept very soundlyst night. So she walked extremely briskly when she went downstairs.


    She saw Helena sitting on the sofa in the living room from a distance, wondering if she should go over


    and say hello. Even if Helena didn''t take her seriously, she should be polite to her.


    However, when Janice approached, she saw that Helena looked sluggish, with bloodshot eyes. There


    were two dark circles under her eyes and her hair was a little messy.


    Janice knew anyone would be frightened after encountering what happenedst night. What all she


    could do wasfort Helena.


    "Mom, there are no ghosts in this world. So don''t be afraid." Janice leaned down and approached


    Helena, speaking very softly.


    Helena looked up when she heard the sound. Seeing that the person was Janice, she was really angry.


    She suddenly stretched out her arms, pushed Janice with all her strength, and shouted, "Stay away


    from me!"


    Janice didn''t expect that Helena would push her. So she lost her bnce and fell on the floor.


    At this moment, two big warm hands rested on her arms. She turned her head and saw that Vincent


    was standing behind her with his arms bent slightly to help her up.


    "Thank you!" Janice patted the dust on her ass, nodding to thank him.


    "I heard what you said just now." Vincent raised his eyebrows lightly and asked in surprise, "Are you


    not afraid of ghosts?"


    Janice calmly responded, "I haven’t done any bad things. Why am I afraid?!"


    Vincent snorted softly, with a deep smirk on his face. He approached her and asked, "Are you not


    afraid that Marcus will kill you?"


    "If he really wants to kill me, it will be useless even if I''m afraid! Moreover, I don''t know when I will be


    killed. Instead of worrying about it every day, it''s better to forget it." When Janice said this, she looked


    indifferent and resolute, which was not match her age.


    Vincent was nomittal to her answer. He looked down in silence.


    With a "ding" sound, the elevator door on the first floor of the main house was opened.


    Janice looked over. Then she saw Gavin pushing Marcus out of the elevator,ing to them.


    At the same time, Helena also saw Marcus. Suddenly, what happenedst night popped into her mind.


    She felt so furious. Then she rushed up, and punched Marcus.


    "You asshole! You’re the murderer!" Helena red at Marcus and shouted, "If you still have some


    consciences, go to the police station to confess. Stop harming others!" "


    Helena roared furiously. The blue veins on her forehead bulged with her heavy breath.


    In the face of Helena''s beating and scolding, Marcus neither fought back nor exined. He kept his lips


    tightly closed without saying a word. His face was so gloomy.


    Helena''s horrific move shocked Janice. How could Marcus withstand such an attack?


    Janice felt heartbroken when she saw this. She felt so sad and sorry for Marcus. Then she couldn''t


    bear to let Marcus continue to be beaten and scolded by his mother, so she rushed to protect him with


    her body.


    At this moment, Marcus felt that Janice was protecting him. His jaw tightened instantly. He frowned


    more tightly, which made him look more gloomy than usual. He looked so indifferent and ruthless.


    "Janice, stay away from us. Don''t let her hit you." His tone was tough.