Chapter 291: He Jumped Off a Cliff and Committed Suicide
A reporter asked, "Annabel, you are the true Mrs. Ashford. Today's birthday banquet should have been held for you. Now, how would you like to arrange it?"
"What birthday banquet? Sigh..." Annabel felt deeply saddened. "I won't hold any birthday banquet. I am going to visit the graves of my grandparents, husband, son, daughter-in-law, and others to deliver the news of the culprit's arrest. Let's end it here for today, everyone, please leave!"
One by one, the people dispersed, bringing an end to the notorious Ashford family murder case.
Annabel did not want to live in the old Ashford family mansion anymore. She asked Alexander to sell it, as she had decided to use the money to travel the world with Richard. Of course, this would only happen after Alexander and Ivy got married.
In the evening, Alexander had Ethan prepare two sumptuous dinner tables.
Blake and his bodyguard brothers sat at one table with Ethan and Michael.
Alexander, Ivy, and their eight family members sat at another table with Richard and Annabel.
While they were dining, Ivy's phone suddenly rang. It was an unfamiliar number.
"Hello... who is this?" Ivy answered.
The sixth baby girl couldn't reach the dish and cutely shouted, "Mommy, I want to eat the green vegetable in front of you!"
"That's water spinach, mommy will help you..."
With her left hand holding the phone and her right hand holding chopsticks, Ivy picked the food up and continued the phone conversation, saying, "Who is it? Speak up!"
The other party remained silent and hung up the call.
"Who was that?" Annabel asked.
"I don't know, it was an unknown number." Ivy shrugged. "Maybe it was just a prank call, I won't bother with it."
"Add it to the blacklist!" Alexander immediately took Ivy's phone.
The area code of the number was from their city, and the last digits were 678. Alexander thought it resembled a public phone number, furrowing his eyebrows. He decisively helped Ivy by adding the number to the blacklist.
The third little angel looked around the table for the dish she loved, saying, "Dad, I want to eat the dish in front of you, the yellow one that looks like a pile…"
Everyone couldn't help but find her words funny.
"That's called steamed pumpkin." Alexander picked up his little girl’s bowl and scooped some steamed pumpkin onto it for her with a spoon.
Just then, Alexander's phone also rang.
Busy as he was, he didn't want to answer the call, but it kept ringing persistently. He had to set the bowl down and answered impatiently, "Who is it?"
The other party remained silent for a moment and hung up the call directly.
Alexander glanced at the number and realized it was the same as the one that called Ivy, with the last digits also being 678.
Who was playing these pranks?
Furrowing his eyebrows, Alexander gave the series of numbers to Ethan. "Go and find out whose number this is."
"Who is the master and where is this place?"
Ethan immediately followed suit.
After a while, Ethan replied, "This is a public telephone booth, located in a remote area near a cliff in the suburbs."
A cliff? Everyone was sensitive to this word.
Just then, Ivy's phone rang again.
It was Maria calling this time.
Ivy thought Maria was asking when she and the children would return to the hotel, so she answered the call and said, "Sis, I'm here with Alexander, we'll be coming back after having dinner with the kids!"
"No, don't go back, stay here tonight!" Alexander yelled into Ivy's phone.
"No way, it's not right, I'll move in after we get married!" Ivy said without any reservations.
"Ivy, stop flirting..."
Maria's voice trembled, "Leo is in trouble!"
"What did you say?" Ivy quickly stood up.
Maria stammered, "He... he jumped off a cliff and committed suicide..."
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