Chapter 1305: Chapter 1305: Shocking Secret
"What happened next?" Xaviera Evans stared intently at him.
"Wayne Reiserâs cousin confessed to the crime and was executed. Wayne rightfully inherited the fortune and announced in public that he would donate the inheritance left by his wife."
Xaviera couldnât help but sneer: "What a joke! The Reiser family has been committed to charity for many years, but the money has never left their hands. Itâs just a show."
"The murderer has been found, and no one doubts Wayne anymore. After all, he lost his beloved wife and children. Moreover, he passed out crying at the funeral and cut off ties with his family to seek justice for his wife. More importantly, since he donated the entire inheritance, he indeed had no motive to murder his wife and children."
"So youâre saying that those orphans found out the truth, and Wayne was afraid that it would be exposed, so he had to get rid of all those who might know the truth."
After saying this, Xaviera felt a suffocating sensation, her body emitting a chill. She finally understood why Joyce Jones hated Wayne so much. Those orphans...
Given Wayneâs character, he wouldnât leave any handle, so the orphans were probably killed. Jones must have found something, so he suddenly returned to Libanan.
Xaviera shivered, "Do Mrs. Reiser and Todd know about what Wayne has done?"
Although there is no evidence, Xaviera was convinced that Wayne had successively killed his parents-in-law, wife, and children. If Mrs. Reiser knew about it, she probably wouldnât dare marry him.
If Mrs. Reiser really didnât know, then Wayne is truly terrifying. He has too many masks, not only capable of appearing kind but also innocent. Even his wife who lived with him for decades couldnât see through him.
Caleb Mamet said softly, "Iâm not sure if Mrs. Reiser and the Reiser familyâs son knew, but I think Mia knows about it."
Xavieraâs eyes widened instantly. So Mia has been opposing the Reiser family because she had known early on about the ugly faces behind their masks.
"Jonesâs companions were all..." Xavieraâs nostrils suddenly became sour.
"Fifteen."
A cold voice came from behind. Joyce Jones stood behind them, his tone slightly chilly, eyes deep with a hint of sadness and hatred. He took a deep breath, "Including me, there were a total of sixteen people. Back then, the director took us sixteen children to seek funding everywhere. The orphanage was so poor that we didnât even have proper clothes to wear. I was the youngest of them, and many things I donât remember clearly. However, when I was four years old, many kids were taken away one after another. At that time, the director said they would have better lives, and a philanthropist was willing to fund their education. As long as they were of age, they could go to school."
Jonesâs eyes flashed with resentment, "The director thought I wasnât old enough at that time, so he didnât let me go. The philanthropist gathered fifteen kids together, took a group photo, and even put it in the newspapers, promoting how loving and kind-hearted he was, how willing he was to generously support these poor orphans."
Xaviera continued his words, "Later, you found out that the reason why those friends who left was because they discovered the secret of Wayne, not that they were awaiting beautiful lives, but rather..."
Jones clenched his teeth, barely holding back his grief. "Yeah, after they left the orphanage, they never contacted the director again. They occasionally sent letters saying that they were doing well, but I havenât seen them ever since."
"Every time I look back on those days when I grew up, I feel that something is wrong. I never thought it had anything to do with that so-called philanthropist. Later, I excitedly found Wayne, only to discover a shocking secret."
A look of despair filled his eyes. The person he once regarded as a god turned out to be the murderer who harmed more than a dozen companions, and he couldnât accept such a reality.
"Did you find out that the disappearance of your companions is related to Wayne?" Xaviera asked.
"Yeah, Iâve been investigating these years, but Wayne is too cunning. It seemed he left no traces."
Joyce Jonesâ voice gradually weakened, and he wanted to continue talking, but suddenly a gentle voice came from behind, "Itâs great you could come, Joyce!"
Hearing this voice, a flash of hatred appeared in Jonesâ eyes, disappearing in an instant. Immediately, he turned around with a warm smile: "Mister Reiser."