Chapter 818: INTERVIEW (XXIII)
âTHAT bastardâŠâ Mrs. Gilmore muttered under her breath, her expression totally ugly. It was obviously something that she said out of anger. Which meant that it was not âscriptedâ like how her other response was earlier. This was how she truly felt.
Luo Yan pretended not to hear that little comment but he truly wanted to smile at that moment. But he controlled himself. This was already win for him. So, he shouldnât ruin it at the last moment just because he wanted to laugh.
He kept a questioning expression on his face as if he was waiting for the other to explain herself. Of course, he didnât forget to add a bit of âsuspicionâ on his expression. This way, it could make the other panic. Thinking that if she didnât explain this properly, she would be suspected of being connected to everything that had happened in this manor since last night.
He should probably give his thanks to the barbecued Saunders. [Thank you for letting me use your name.]
As he expected, Mrs. Gilmore quickly scrambled to explain to Luo Yan.
âWhat Mr. Saunders said to you were pure lies. It had no basis whatsoever. Itâs purely malicious and derogative. He definitely made it up just to incite hate. You shouldnât believe whatever you might have heard from him, detective. Because it would definitely be full of untruths.â
She said all that in one breathe. Anyone could see that she was definitely in panic mode. The calmness that she had shown so far was no longer there.
Luo Yan acted like he understood what the other was trying to say. âBut why would he say such a thing? Do the two of you have some kind of misunderstanding?â
Mrs. Gilmore scoffed. âNo, that Saunders was simply not a good person in general. Heâs the type whoâs strong against the weak but weak against the strong. The only one he would respect were those people with money.â
What she said seemed to have a double meaning. But thatâs not what caught Luo Yanâs attention most. Itâs the fact that she was talking about Saunders in the past tense. As if she knew that the other was already dead.
To think that he would have this kind of breakthrough once he managed to tear the otherâs prepared âscriptâ apart. Now, that vague conjecture he had, since quite a while now, was finally starting to take shape.
Maybe he wasnât really just reaching with that conjecture and that itâs not just a product of his overactive imagination. But what he found out from this interview with Mrs. Gilmore still wasnât enough to prove anything. If he didnât find anything much more solid, then everything would just be his own delusion.
Before Mrs. Gilmore could notice anything weird in this conversation and raise her guard up, Luo Yan decided that itâs time to end the interview.
âI understand,â he said in response to what the other said. He made sure that his eyes were full of understanding. âIt must have been tough dealing with that kind of person.â
âI tried my best to not interact with him too much.â
Luo Yan nodded, as if he was agreeing to Mrs. Gilmoreâs way of doing things. âThank you for being so honest with me, Mrs. Gilmore. What you said will definitely be helpful to my investigation.â
The other seemed to be relieved hearing that. Her usual calm also finally returned. âMay I go now, detective?â
âOf course. And could you please call your son and tell him to go here immediately. I really wanted to finish this interview. Itâs almost near sunrise, Iâm sure all of us needed rest after such a night,â he said, showing the other a tired smile at a very timely manner.
The other nodded and walked out of the study.
Luo Yan didnât have to wait too long because young Gilmore â no, Cian entered the study after almost just a minute of his mother leaving.
âPlease, sit,â he said to the young man.
Cian seemed to be less energetic. The light that Luo Yan had seen in his eyes when the other greeted him before dinner seemed to have dimmed a lot. He was giving this fragile image right now. As if another blow could break him into pieces.
This just showed how affected he was by William Harcourtâs âdeathâ. Luo Yan wondered what the otherâs reaction would be if he found out that his father-figure was actually still alive.
Luo Yan started with the interview. The usual questions were asked first. And although Cian seemed to be a bit lifeless, he still answered Luo Yanâs questions very concisely.
âYou did not see Mr. Harcourt after dinner?â he asked.
Cian shook his head. âHe told me that he wanted to rest early because his burnsâbecause his burns were hurting him. Itâs not something unusual. On cold nights, Uncle- Mr. Harcourtâs burns usually ached like that. He- he preferred to be alone during such times. Thatâs why none of the servants dared to disturb him.â
He was silent for a few seconds before he continued;
âI shouldnât have left him alone last night. Even if- even if he told me to leave, I- I should have at least stayed outside the room. Then⊠then maybeâmaybe Uncle wouldnât have suffered such injustice!â
The otherâs voice broke at the end, showing just how upset he was. Even the rims of his eyes were red, water already welling in them. This kid wouldnât suddenly burst into tears, right?
As if he heard what Luo Yan just thought, tears started to fall from Cianâs eyes. Then, as if that wasnât enough, the other just bawled his eyes out. Howling worse than a baby.
âUncle- Uncle *sob* shouldnât have died like that! Being b-burned when he already experienced such a thing before. Can you *sob* can you imagine just painful that was? Itâs simple t-torture! The one *sob* the one who did this deserves to d-die!â
Luo Yan cringed a bit at that. He wondered if this kid would still think the same once he knew the truth.
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