"Charles and Rosalyn have known Butler Fred so long that if we tell them our suspicions, they might confront him themselves.
"We don't want this to happen, lest it foil our plans of exposing their true colors.
Besides, if they confront Butler Fred and Mickey directly, we might never be able to find out their motives for doing all these. On top of that..."
Joshua narrowed his eyes, and all of a sudden, his gaze grew distant. "We still have to get to the bottom of Granny Lynch's death."
Jim fell silent upon hearing this.
Finally, he sighed and lifted his head to glance at Joshua. "Do you believe that your grandmother's death , had something to do with Butler Fred and Mickey?"
Joshua nodded. "Of course."
Charles’ medicine had always been stored safely in the drug warehouse, and there were only two keys to it: one was with Rosalyn, and the other was with Mickey.
Therefore, if Rosalyn had not been the one to smuggle the drug out of the warehouse... that left only Mickey as the possible suspect.
Even if Mickey and Butler Fred had not participated directly in Granny Lynch's murder, they surely would be connected with the real murderer somehow.
Seeing how determined Joshua was, there was nothing Jim could do apart from sighing. "Let's hope we really do find some clues."
He glanced at Joshua once more. "Is Sean... adjusting well to living at Luke's place?”
Joshua nodded in response. "Gwen even specifically requested Luke to arrange for a woman to take care of him. Don't worry; I guarantee that he's in good hands.
"You should just focus on putting on the best act of your life with Luna, and by the time we get to the bottom of this, I'm sure Sean will have recovered tremendously."
After a long time, he could not help asking,' Didn't you say that Luke and Gwen are going to visit me soon? What time are they
coming?"
Kate rolled her eyes at him. "How would I know? I never ask my boss about his plans."
Then, she shoved an unopened croissant into his lap and snapped, "Just shut up and eat!"
Sean glanced at his immobilized hands. "I... don't think I can."
Kate finally remembered that this man had just come out of surgery, and his hands were wrapped in bandages. She rolled her eyes, unwrapped the croissant for him, and hovered it next to his mouth, frowning slightly. "How did you even hurt yourself, anyway?
"Was it for a guy or girl?"
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