Chapter 884 You Killed My Father!
As Dermot stepped into Doyle Manor, he saw Otis storming toward him, looking furious.
"Dermot, I know it was you!" Otis spat, eyes blazing with hatred.
Dermot played dumb. "What are you talking about? I have no idea what you mean."
"Don't act clueless. You killed my father, didn't you?" Otis moved closer, fists clenched, ready for a fight.
Dermot raised his hands in a show of innocence. "You're mistaken. Remember what I was doing the day your father had his accident? I almost died because of you. How could you forget that?"
Otis hesitated. He knew Dermot couldn't have done it; he had no time to commit the act.
But Randy had insisted it was Dermot, so Otis had no choice but to believe him.
"Grandpa must've told you something, right? Otis, you're still so naive." Dermot shook his head, looking at Otis like he was hopeless.
Otis was about to argue when Dermot cut him off. "Grandpa has only two sons. Now that your father's dead, it doesn't matter who did it, but James can't inherit the Doyle family, got it?"
Otis caught the implication in Dermot's words.
"He did all this just to frame me because he needs a scapegoat." Dermot chuckled, looking a bit defeated.
With that, he walked past Otis toward the dungeon, where two subordinates were being held.
Even though Dermot knew he wouldn't get anything useful from them, he had to go through the motions. Otherwise, how would Otis believe these people had nothing to do with him and that it was all Randy's doing?
But Dermot also knew that even if Otis believed it was Randy, he wouldn't act. He still needed Randy's support, and his relationship with Gerald wasn't great.
Of course, Dermot didn't care. As long as the seed of doubt was planted, it would eventually grow.
That evening, in the dining room, Evelyn looked at Wade across from her, feeling conflicted.
Although the news of Lucia returning to Wade hadn't spread widely, Evelyn had heard about it.
She had been thinking about how to talk to Wade for days. On one hand, she didn't know where to start; on the other, she was caught up in Dermot's issues.
Today, Wade invited her. She thought she could use this chance to talk to him and figure out his thoughts.
But she was still at a loss about how to start the conversation.
"Evelyn, Mr. Smith is back. You should visit him if you have time," Wade said.
Evelyn nodded. "Okay, I'll go in the next couple of days. Do you want to come with me?"
"I won't go. I am not his student," Wade replied.
But Evelyn was different.
She had a talent for painting and was hardworking. George particularly liked her and hadn't taken on any students after her.
"Mr. Smith wouldn't mind. He'd be happy if you went." Thinking of George's personality, Evelyn felt she would likely be scrutinized again this time.
She couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. She hadn't spent much time on painting lately; Instead, she spent most of her time practicing martial arts.
She felt ashamed, and the more she thought about it, the more she didn't dare to visit George.
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