Chapter 1401
Just like what happened seven years prior, the police inquired about what Ste could recall from the
ident. She recounted the memories etched vividly in her mind, leaving nothing out of her testimony.
“Albert wasn’t inclined to dig deeper into the truth back then. He told me that my mom could be held
criminally responsible if it was found that her depression had rpsed. He imed that her condition
would result in erratic behavior, which caused the ident. He also said that insurance wouldn’t cover
that and that he simply did not have the money to pay her medical bills.
“When, in fact, my mother’s depression had been well under control for quite some time. She was not
taking any antidepressants in the six months leading up to her ident. I have all her detailed medical
records and prescription logs here,” she continued.
“My mother had been gathering evidence of Albert’s embezzlement and tax evasion six months before
the ident. She had already drafted a divorce agreement. If the ident hadn’t happened, they
would have divorced within a month at most. In the divorce agreement, Albert was to receive a small
percentage of shares. After my mom’s ident, he never once mentioned their impending divorce to
me.”
Ste calmlyid out these details. She anticipated that she would be brimming with emotion when the
day finally came. Yet she maintained aposed demeanor when giving her statement. The long-
standing conflicts within the Jewell family were finally reaching a resolution.
Meanwhile, Marshall had juste down the stairs when he saw Ian hurrying out the door with his
coat. “It’s ratherte, Uncle Ian. Where are you off to?” He called out casually.
Ian froze and turned around. He put on a calm face and said, “I’m having trouble falling asleep, so I
thought I’d go out for a walk.”
“Oh. I’ll join you. I can’t seem to fall asleep either,” Marshall said and grabbed his coat.
Ian did not like the sound of that. Still, he managed a smile and said, “Don’t you have awsuit to work
on?”
“It’s all about bncing work and rest, right?” Marshall offered a faint smile. “Shall we?”
Ian pursed his lips. “Truth be told, I was thinking of heading to the art gallery.”
“Sounds good,” Marshall replied. “I’ve yet to visit your gallery. Today seems like a fitting asion.”
Ian’s expression tensed. Just then, Irene chimed in. “Since when were you interested in art, Marshall?”
Marshall turned around and regarded Irene with a polite nod. “Hey, Aunt Irene.”
Irene wore a silk pajama set, her hair casually draping over her shoulders. Her facial features exuded a
mature and womanly charm.
“You’ve been living under the same roof for quite some time, but I haven’t seen you exchange many
words with your uncle. Why are you clinging onto him so tightlytely?” She remarked.
“I realized we have so much inmon, given our close age, ” Marshall answered.
His response rendered Ian speechless. ‘When did we have anything inmon? Marshall has been
watching me like a hawk these past few days. He seems to pop up everywhere I go, inviting me for a
run or a meal. Coincidentally, it’s always when Hylda reached out. I can’t even meet her with this kid
trailing me.’
“Even so, you should give him some space. He’s still your elder after all,” said Irene, “Come y a
round of chess with me, Marshall. While you are out, bring us back some food, Ian,” she added.
Hearing that, Ian let out a sigh of relief and promptly took his leave. Marshall pursed his lips and faced
Irene. “There’s a good chance Hylda will contact him, Aunt Irene. You’ll be caught up in unwanted
trouble if he meets up with her.”
Irene offered a faint smile and said, “If he can’t distinguish priorities, then let him face the
consequences.”
Marshall looked at her but held his tongue.
Once Ian was out the door, he made a beeline to the art gallery. As soon as he turned on the lights in
the dimly lit studio, he saw a disheveled woman behind a canvasConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .