“Come in.”


    Anthony’s frail voice came from the room.


    Fraser pushed open the bedroom door and walked in, seeing Anthony leaning on a high pillow, hanging from a drip, his face haggard and frail, not looking as good as before.


    Morris really loved Vivian enough to break one of his hands just because Anthony had drugged him.


    “What’s wrong?”


    But just after breakfast, Fraser rushed over, and Anthony didn’t think he was here to check on his condition.


    Fraser looked serious, ncing up at the doctor sitting in the bedroom, and then at Anthony, with some indication.


    “Go out, I’ll call you if I need anything.” Anthony instructed the doctor.


    The doctor got up, gave Anthony a slight jowl and turned to leave the bedroom, closing the door behind him.Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    Anthony inclined his head and looked at Fraser with a wide-eyed gaze, “Go ahead, what happened again.”


    Fraser took a few steps forward and stood by Anthony’s bedside, ncing at his broken hand, his eyebrows furrowed, and asked tentatively, “Did you find the killer?”


    Broken hand, is Anthony’s scales of adversity.


    He threw out a question, Anthony’s face immediately ugly a few, blue pupils brewing a storm of fury.


    “What you’re fucking asking is bullshit, if I knew the killer behind the scenes, I would still be here!


    The furious Anthony dragged a pillow aside and smashed it directly at Fraser.


    Because of the hanging needle on the back of his hand, he pulled a movement directly to the hanging needle began to bleed back, the needle holes flushed with a slight pain.


    He raised his right hand and ripped off the syringe on the back of his hand with his mouth.


    The moment the syringe was ripped off, the needle hole of the hanging needle began to spill crimson blood stains, Anthony inertia raised his left hand to hold down the wound, the result of raising his hand but only by gauze bandage arm.


    The moment, his face suddenly gloomy, his eyes burst out of the fire, a zing fire burning uncontrobly.


    “Investigation, give me investigation, must give me to find out the murderer, I want to cut her body in pieces!”


    The voice rose a little, and finally roared.


    Fraser eyelids slightly drooping, eyes flickering shimmering, “I should know … who the real killer is.”


    “Who?”


    Anthony’s burning gaze was fixed on Fraser, loaded with hope.


    I can’t wait to know the real killer immediately and capture him and split his body in five.


    “Morris!”


    Fraser speaks slowly and loudly.


    Anthony, who had been full of expectation, heard his answer, and his face became more and more ugly, as if he had been fooled, anger, “What do you mean? I can’t find the murderer, so I’m fooled by a dead man? Do I look that stupid?”


    “Prince, don’t be angry.” Fraserforted him and added: “ording to my guess, Morris should not be dead. The funeral held in L City should be a fake.”


    “Fake?”


    Anthony was aroused and sat up from the bed.


    “You must have noticed the bodyguard named ‘Carl’ beside Vivian, right?” He asked rhetorically.


    “Like a shadow.”


    “Yes, he follows Vivian like a shadow. The look has changed a lot, but he should be pretending to be someone else.”


    Fraser remembered something and then said, “I wonder if the prince has seen Vivian’s previous appearance? When she was in L City just now, she had been wearing makeup and fooled everyone, including Morris.”


    This thing, Anthony did know.


    His tightly knitted brows suddenly rxed, “You mean Morris faked her death and then dressed up as another person to blend into the Hidden n and guard Vivian’s side?”


    “Yes.” Fraser meant exactly that.