Glen straightened himself, suddenly cold and authoritative again as he stared fixedly at Walter. “A child of our family must not die under such mysterious circumstances.”
“Exactly,” Zac growled, repressing his rage. “I can’t let my son’s death go unanswered. And I want to know why!”
“Naturally, I’ve come prepared,” Walter said, pulling out a stack of documents compiling evidence of Les Turnbull and Neil Turnbull’s crimes, including photo evidence.
“Hey. Look,” Susan noticed Frank sitting in a corner without a care just then and nudged Walter to look.
Walter and Frank’s eyes just so happened to meet just as Walter turned.
With that, Frank got up and walked slowly through the crowd to reach them.
“Mr. Turnbull, Mrs. Turnbull. We meet again.” He smiled in greeting.
However, both of them appeared awkward since Frank’s name was in the documents they had just handed to Glen and Zac.
There was no hiding it now.
Walter cleared his throat and asked with an edge an elder would use, “What are you doing here? This is a family dinner—outsiders aren’t usually invited.”
“Hehe.” Frank retained his cordial smile. “Don’t stand on ceremony now. You know why I’m here, don’t you?”
“Huh… You two know each other?” Glen stopped flipping through the papers and looked up at Walter in surprise just then.
Come to think of it, it would make sense that Walter knew Frank, given how close Vicky was with Frank. Still, it upset Glen a little—did his brother not know that Vicky was going to marry Titus? How could he allow his daughter to hook up with Frank?
“Guilty as charged.” Walter chuckled awkwardly but otherwise stayed silent.
He could certainly see the accusing glare of his brother and knew his intent.
However, given Vicky’s temperament, could he really have reined her in even after finding out about her relationship with Frank?
He had reasoned with her endlessly, but what else could he do if she refused to listen?
“Hello, Mr. Turnbull. I’m sure it’s been a bumpy ride from Riverton.” Titus greeted Walter as he approached, wine glass in hand.
“Oh, it’s really nothing…” Walter was almost as respectful as he was polite with Titus, a stark contrast to his awkward reaction around Frank.
Titus then glanced at Frank and chuckled coolly. “See? No one wants you here. I’d make myself scarce if I were you—you’d at least salvage some dignity that way.”
Frank simply shook his head. “Not everyone prioritizes dignity like you would. I’m here for my own reasons too, and it’s none of your business.”
“Wait!”
However, even as he started for his seat, Glen suddenly bellowed at him from behind, his rage barely controlled.
“Yes, Mr. Turnbull?” Frank glanced at him nonchalantly.
“The papers here… It says Les was killed by a Frank Lawrence!”
Glen roared, and the musicians stopped just then. “Were you the one who killed my son?! You’d better start talking!”
