Chapter 879 Committed Suicide_


    J didn''t expect Sean would suddenly turn serious at her joke. She had the vague sense that


    something was wrong.


    "If you have something to say, don''t hesitate to say it, Sean."


    Her intuition told her that Brandon was keeping something from her, and Sean knew what it was.


    Sean stuttered for a moment, unsure of how to answer. He nced at Brandon in a silent plea for


    help, but J immediately blocked his line of sight. "I asked you a question, Sean," she prodded


    with a bright smile. "What happened?"


    Seeing Sean get more agitated by the second, Brandon took pity on him. He pinched the bridge of


    his nose and said in a low voice, "I didn''t tell you, but Jorgemitted suicide in prison."


    J whipped around in shock and gaped at Brandon. "Didn''t you say that he was caught by the


    police?"


    "The authorities called and told me. At the time, you were busy with the Iridescent Show, and you


    were happily moving forward, so I thought it best not to tell you. I also instructed Sean to never


    speak of it. I don''t want to upset you and ruin everything." This time, it was Brandon who nced at


    Sean through the rearview mirror.


    "Yes, that''s right. I was under Mr. Larson''s orders, so I had no choice but to keep it from you." Sean


    wiped the beads of cold sweat on his forehead and started the car.


    "Jorge was just fine before I left. Why did he suddenly take his own life?" It didn''t quite make sense


    to J.


    "Hemitted suicide by ingesting poison. Shortly before that, he confessed to his crimes and took


    all the me. For now, the police haven''t found his aplice." Brandon had wanted to pursue the


    matter, but unfortunately, their trail ended with Jorge.


    J''s body stiffened as she listened to his exnation. She looked at Brandon straight in the eye


    and asked, "Do you think someone forced Jorge to do all this and thenmit suicide?"


    Charis was dead. Who else would want to hurt J so badly? Fear slowly crept in J''s heart as


    she pondered this.


    "Who do you think hates you the most right now?" Brandon asked slowly.


    "The Turner family," she blurted out without a second thought.


    Brandon shook his head. "I already looked into them before I came to Northcliffe. Luke and


    Catherine have been doing bettertely. They were even making ns to travel abroad."


    J''s brows furrowed. "Didn''t they hate me for what happened to Charis? Why the sudden change


    in outlook?"


    "They took in an adopted daughter to help them cope with their grief better. After all, at the end of


    the day, it''s not as if we pushed Charis off the building. The Turner family has no grounds to me


    us or seek revenge. Maybe they finally saw reason and decided to move on with their lives."


    Brandon''s eyes darkened as he added, "But I heard that this adopted daughter was no child. She


    seems to be around our age, and an orphan. I couldn''t get any other information on her for now."


    "It''s annoying. I have to live a life full of fear again now, not knowing who wants to hurt me." J


    sighed helplessly, "Is there anything else I need to know? It looks like I''ve missed out on a lot these


    days."


    Brandon thought of what Frank had said thest time they met, and his scowl deepened. His


    amnesia might cause some longsting aftereffects. But he didn''t intend to tell her yet.


    He forced a tight smile and said, "No, there isn''t. You''re all caught up."


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    Sean stared at Brandon through the rearview mirror but didn''t dare to say anything.


    J was still trying to wrap her mind around Jorge''s death and missed the eye contact between


    the men.


    In her opinion, the biggest victim in the entire fiasco was Draco.


    Jorge might have died, but the pain Draco had suffered wouldn''t go away just as easily.


    J wanted to visit Draco and see how he was doing.


    The next day.


    J walked through the hospital gates with a bag of tonics and the female bodyguard by her side.


    She hadn''t asked the woman for her name before, but today, she learned that the bodyguard was


    called Mesue.


    J asked Mesue to wait by the door before knocking twice and entering the ward. As soon as


    she stepped in, she found Draco packing his stuff.


    "Are you being discharged, Mr. Wesley?" She set the bag on a nearby table and asked in surprise.


    "The doctor said I''m cleared to leave." Draco looked exhausted due to his illness, but he still had his


    usual gentle disposition. He folded his clothes neatly and arranged them in his suitcase in a


    meticulous manner.