Chapter 245


    When Pierre returned home, he saw that the house was covered in white linen and his heart


    skipped a beat. A servant rushed up to him and eximed, “You’re finally back, Young Master


    Pierre!”


    “What happened?” he asked as he scanned around the house.


    “Young Master Jamie… H-He…” The servant sighed and simply said, “Just go in now, Young Master


    Pierre.”


    After stepping into the living room, he noticed something that caught his eyes. He didn’t dare to take


    a step nearer to the tiny crystal coffin he saw in the room.


    Right at that moment, John paced over to him and gave him a p immediately! “Where have you


    been? You don’t even know that your son is dead! This is all because of you! If you didn’t hook up


    with that woman, then your son wouldn’t have died!” he yelled, venting all his pent up frustrations on


    Pierre.


    Peering past John’s shoulder, Pierre then reckoned that the person in the coffin was Jameson. But


    this is impossible! he thought. How could he be dead when I’ve only been gone for a few days? This


    is definitely not possible!


    “Are you sure that the person in there is Jamie?” Marching up to the tiny transparent coffin, he saw


    that the body in it had his face covered.


    Initially, John intended to let the child have a dignified funeral, so he looked for experts to try to


    restore his appearance. However, even the best mortuary makeup artist was helpless as the child’s


    face had been cut with a knife before it was burned with fire; it would be impossible to restore the


    appearance now.


    Thus, John decided to spare himself the pain and used a cloth to cover the child’s face.


    “Open the coffin!” Pierre yelled as he tried to find a way to open up the crystal coffin.


    The next second, John bellowed, “Take him away from there!”


    A few servants went forward and held Pierre back. “Young Master Pierre, it’s definitely Young


    Master Jamie in there because the DNA test had been conducted. Please let him go in peace.”


    “It definitely isn’t Jamie in there. Open it up for me! I want to take a look at him!” Pierre was


    adamant on opening up the coffin.


    In the end, it was John who stopped him with another p. “Are you done? Get out of here! Jamie


    doesn’t have a father like you!”


    John’s furious roarpletely silenced him, and he knew that it would be impossible to open up the


    coffin given his father’s temper. Hence, he left the room in big strides, while Joaquin watched on at


    the side.


    After pacing around the garden for a while, Pierre found a reliable person to tell him what transpired


    within the past few days. “Where’s Selena now?” he asked.


    “She’s still being held in the basement. Old Mr. Fowler had already informed the police, but no


    relevant leads have been found, and he forbade anyone to say a thing about the matter of following


    Miss Yard to the hut that day. He said that he’ll deal with her once the funeral is over.”


    It seemed that John was serious this time. If he handled this matter personally, then it would mean


    death for Selena. “I got it,” he answered.


    Meanwhile, in the basement, Selena could only stay curled up in a corner as tears trickled down her


    face endlessly.


    She knew that John was busy with Jameson’s funeral arrangements right now. Such a small child


    has passed away, she thought in grief as she recalled her first meeting with Jameson. I have been


    framed by someone, but I have no way to prove my innocence.


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    In the beginning, she doubted that the body belonged to Jameson as well, but even the DNA test


    results were already out, so what else could she say? Who would dare to pull any tricks right under


    John’s nose?