Grant confessed that he originally wanted to take his own life. Since sleeping pills were not easy to buy, he bought a drug that aided blood clotting.
Despite knowing that it would be a painful death, he was already in the terminal stage of his cancer and would die at the end of the day. It’ll hurt far worse when my cancer eventually acts up. At least this pain can alleviate some of my inner torment.
“So, you were trying to take your own life?” Lucian was slightly taken aback. Winnie’s arrest would fail if that were the case.
Grant stopped responding and burst into tears. When Roxanne saw how hard he was crying, she gradually calmed down and fixed a cold, hostile gaze on him.
“What gives you the right to cry, Grant? And what right do you have to die? Since Winnie did it, you should’ve dragged her to death with you. In the end, you’re still not over her. Am I right? After all, you still have two children with her, right?”
She felt a wave of regret wash over her. / should’ve ignored my despicable father from the very beginning and just let him die.
“I’m so sorry, Roxanne!” Grant wanted to say something more, but Roxanne did not wish to hear another word. At the moment, all she wanted was to find Winnie as soon as possible. I’ll never let that b*tch off!
When Lucian saw his wife storming off to start the car, he swiftly dissuaded her and got behind the wheel himself, intending to first go to the police station to check on the situation’s development.
However, just as they arrived at the police station, the police officer in charge of the case gave him a call.
“Mr. Farwell, we were able to prove from the test results that there was an excessive amount of coagulant in Mr. Jarvis’ body, causing the blood to clot. Hence, there’s a possibility that he was poisoned, but he could’ve also overdosed. Just now, we called Mr. Jarvis to confirm that he had awakened, and since that was the case, we hoped that he would come over to cooperate with the investigation. He insisted, however, that he took the drugs himself. Since he was trying to take his own life, the case is…”
After hearing that, Lucian glanced at Roxanne beside him, hoping she had not heard anything.
What’s going on with Grant? One moment, he keeps on pleading for forgiveness. In the next, he breaks down in tears. Yet, he still testifies in Winnie’s defense so that the police can’t arrest her. Is he schizophrenic? How depressed will Roxanne be if she learns that Grant is still defending Winnie?
Lucian decided not to tell Roxanne about it, so he said to the officer, “We’ll be there shortly. There’s something I need your help with.”
“No problem. I’ll wait for you at the police station.” After saying that, the officer hung up the phone. While Lucian was putting away his phone, Roxanne abruptly asked, “Is there no way to make an arrest?”
There was a miserable and bitter smile on her face. He nodded. “It’s fine. Even if we can’t arrest her, we can still find her,” he comforted her.
After Lucian spoke to the officer at the police station, a look of understanding crossed the latter’s face, and he gave them Winnie’s current address.
The two wasted no time and headed straight to a mansion in the suburbs. Taking into consideration that his wife was pregnant, Lucian instructed Cayden to immediately arrange for bodyguards to go along to ensure her safety.
It was past ten at night when they arrived. Roxanne gritted her teeth with hatred when she saw the size of the mansion’s residential area.
How can a wicked person like Winnie still live so comfortably? Does she not dream every night after doing so many unconscionable deeds? Isn’t she afraid in those dreams?
The bodyguards also arrived at that point. They numbered seven or eight, and each appeared menacing. The security personnel at the gate originally wanted to stop them, but they instantly dared not utter a word and allowed them to enter.
Lucian kept comforting his wife and telling her to remain calm. All she had to do was come up with the right words to say to get Winnie to tell the truth. Meanwhile, he would record the entire conversation.
