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“I’ve never seen this before.” Philipcouldn’t manage a smile.
Marve continued, “Really? But I found it inChapter your clothes, Uncle Phil. Considering how carefully you kept it, it’s hard to believe that you’ve never seen it.”
“Maeve, I’ve raised you for years, and is this how you repay me? just to question me?”
Zion suddenly kicked the table beside him.
Startled, Philip looked at Zion, who spoke coldly, “Answer her questions clearly.”
Faced with Zion’s stemness, Philip took a deep breath and said, “Yes, the key is mine! It’s just for the family storeroom. It isn’t even worth much.”
<b>“</b>Is it for the storeroom or the memorial hall?”
At the mention of “memorial hall“, Philip’s expression shifted drastically.
Maeve pressed. “Uncle Phi, I want a straightforward answer. Did you steal the memorial hall key from my father?”
“That’s absurd! Patrick gave it to me
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Philip stood up, agitated, but Zion’s chillingmand cut through, “Sit down!”
Philip’s anger deted as he was <b>intimidated </b>by Zion. He sank back into his chair reluctantly and mumbled, “Mavy, despite my mistakes, I’m still your Uncle Phill, and Patrick was my brother. How could I steal anything from him?”
“What wouldn’t you do for gambling debts, Uncle Phil? If you’d harm your own niece, it’s not <b>a </b>stretch to think you’d hurt your own brother.”
Maeve’s words made Philip bristle. “Marve, what do your mean? Are you using me of killing Patrick<b>?</b>”
“Seems <b>you’re </b>not willing to talk straight.” Zion’s voice cut in sharply.
Philip knew Zion’s methods well, with him present, Philip dared not overstep. He clenched his teeth and said, “Fine, if you think I killed Patrick, then so be it. me <b>it </b>all on me. I have no more to say.”
“Uncle Phil, your self–righteousness makes it seem like <b>you’re </b>not the killer but a victim.”
Without Zion’s evidence, Maeve never would have guessed that once–c close brothers <b>could </be to this.
Maeve continued, “You <b>bribed </b>a man named Ethan Reed to do something for you, promising to help save his child.”
Philip was caught off guard. His carefullyid ns had been unraveling for over a decade, and he hadn’t seen thising.
He swallowed nervously but tried to maintain hisposure. “What are you talking about? I don’t know what you’re talking about! I don’t know anything about Erhan or any child
I’ve never heard of it.”
“Mr. Spencer, he’s questioning your abilities.” Maeve nced at Zion, who didn’te empty–handed. His phone was filled with testimonies from Ethan’s grown son. “That’s just one side of the story. Guys! I didn’t kill Patrick, I swear. I admit I was jealous, but I would never go that far! Patrick was always sond to me
Before Philip <b>could </b>finish, Maeve lifted her gaze and said coldly, “What if my father found out about your gambling?”
Philip went silent at her words
“My father treated you well, but ording to the Scott family rules, any descendant involved in gambling must be expelled from the family.<b>”</b>