Chapter 243 Oliver Commits Murder
Victoria's head struck the sharp protrusion on the wooden floor, and blood flowed from the back of her head. Her body convulsed twice before becoming motionless.
"Ah!" Hailey let out a brief scream and quickly covered her mouth, but it was too late.
Edwin turned his head upon hearing the sound.
In that instant, Hailey felt as if she had seen a devil. Edwin's eyes were bloodshot, filled with murderous intent. His muscles were taut, and even though he was dressed in an elegant suit, he couldn't hide the terrifying aura that surrounded him.
"I... I didn't see anything!" Hailey turned around and ran.
She never expected that while wandering around aimlessly, she would unintentionally witness Edwin killing Victoria in a place uninhabited of servants and guests.
Hailey deeply regretted why she had put herself in such a situation. Even if she screamed for help, no one in the banquet hall would hear her. They could only hear the elegant waltz music and the harmonious conversation signifying prosperity.
With a cold-blooded smirk, Edwin caught up to her in two strides and grabbed Hailey by the shoulder.
"Ah!" Hailey let out a screech, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "Edwin, I didn't see anything! I won't say anything, please spare me!"
"You don’t want to die?" Edwin held onto Hailey's neck with one hand while gently fixing her dishevelled hair with the other.
Hailey felt incredibly terrified of Edwin.
"Hailey, don't worry, I don't want to kill you, but you have to listen to me," Edwin said.
"Alright, I'll listen!" Hailey's gaze couldn't help but glance downstairs, where Victoria still maintained a terrified expression, her eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out.
Edwin knew Hailey wouldn't dare to escape, so he released his grip on her neck, elegantly wiped his hands on the handkerchief from his suit pocket, and then tossed it to her. "Go, wipe the fingerprints off her neck."
"Me… me?" Hailey's face turned pale as she pointed at herself.
Edwin smiled faintly, "Do you not want to prove your worth?"
Those devoid of worth find solace only in death. Hailey had convinced herself that she wasn't fearful of death – just close her eyes, and it would all end. Yet, the dread lay in the psychological anguish and the gruesome spectacle preceding death, especially when confronting a demon like Edwin
Hailey had been pampered her entire life; she had only seen a dead person once, the waiter on the island, and now Edwin was asking her to clean up after one?! This man was simply a malignant tumor that grew in the darkness!
Who could have imagined that this gentleman with gold-rimmed glasses would coldly kill his own sister without batting an eye?
The temperature of the deceased quickly dropped, and even through the thin handkerchief, Hailey could feel the cooling and stiffening of Victoria's skin.
Her body trembled uncontrollably from fear. The more scared she was, the more she hated Natalie and Oliver! It was all because of these two people that she had been manipulated by Edwin and ended up in this situation today!
"Done?” Edwin, towering above, commanded Hailey from the second floor. "There's one more thing you need to do.”
Not yet on her biological clock's sleep schedule, Natalie dozed briefly and awoke. Glancing at the clock, it was just past midnight. The familiar warmth beside her was absent; reaching out, she felt the vacant space, the lingering warmth now gone..
Natalie sat up and saw a soft night light illuminating the room; she looked around but couldn't find Oliver in the room. Oliver had already left the room at some point. Natalie waited in the room for a while, put on her shoes, and walked out.
There was a lot of commotion outside; it wasn't the lively atmosphere of the party, but rather a chaotic crowd, constant traffic, and the sound of ambulance and police sirens!
Natalie had a gut feeling that something had happened and quickly rushed downstairs. The once bustling hall was now almost empty, with only a few guests reluctantly leaving the room under the guidance of the servants, wearing grim expressions.
"What happened?" Natalie grabbed someone nearby.
"Natalie..." The servant's gaze at Natalie was filled with complexity.
"What happened?" Natalie felt a sense of unease.
"Miss, there has been a death, and Mr. Windsor is currently the prime suspect."
Natalie was struck with a sudden shock, as if a thunderbolt had exploded in her mind, erasing all her thoughts, and leaving her visibly pale. She looked at the servant in bewilderment, unable to believe what she heard. She suspected that she might have misheard or that the servant was deceiving her.
But... Oliver did leave the room. How could this be?
"Natalie, Mr. Windsor and the others are currently in the study at the northern corner on the second floor. If you don't believe me, go see for yourself!" The servant hurriedly said a few more words before leaving.
The servant was not Oliver's person, and who knows if talking to Natalie would result in any unintended consequences.
Natalie looked around in confusion, noticing the servant's hasty departure and the fear in their eyes.
Outside the grand mansion, the sound of police sirens grew louder. Soon, a few individuals entered, with two of them wearing "Forensics" on their uniforms.
Natalie's thoughts snapped back into focus, and she ran toward the northern corner of the second floor like a madwoman.
From a distance, she could hear hushed conversations. A group of people stood outside the study, all looking downstairs.
A thought crossed Natalie's mind: Victoria's body was downstairs.
She pushed her way through the crowd, searching for Oliver downstairs.
Just as her gaze fell upon a pair of high-heeled shoes, darkness enveloped her as a pair of hands blocked her view.
Natalie felt arms wrapping around her collarbone from behind, while another hand covered her eyes.
A warm and familiar masculine breath approached from behind.
Natalie's heart skipped a beat, and she dared not move.
"Why did you come here?" she heard the person behind her ask. The voice was as low and indifferent as always, but upon listening carefully, she could detect a hint of helplessness and indulgence.
Natalie couldn't wait any longer and turned around eagerly, finally seeing the person she desperately wanted to see. She let out a relieved sigh, but she was still anxious. "Oliver, how are you? What's going on?"
After Natalie finished speaking, her subconscious urge of curiosity led her to glance at the situation downstairs.
Oliver quickly grabbed her head, preventing her from turning around. "Don't look," he commanded.
It wouldn't do her any good to witness such a gruesome sight and taint her eyes.
"I... I heard from the servant that you..." Natalie's voice trembled.
"I killed someone?" Oliver's tone rose at the end, devoid of any signs of anger or joy. It was almost casual, as if he were talking about someone else's matter.
In his mind, he was thinking, "Whoever blabbed, tomorrow they will be thrown out of the Windsor family estate!”
"I don't believe it, I don't believe..." Natalie shook her head, not believing this was true.
"Of course, you wouldn't believe it, Natalie. You're his wife. Once he's convicted, you have no one to rely on. Of course, you wouldn't believe it," Hailey sneered beside her. "What you're saying has no credibility!"
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