Chapter 499 All Suspects

This shocking news shocked Ormand and Todd at the same time.

After they looked at each other, Ormand quickly regained his composure, "Alright, I will go to the Felton family to take a look. You go and do your work."

"Yes, Mr. Hobson."

Caden left.

As soon as he left, Todd came up and asked in a low voice,

"Ormand, Nolan, and Taven's teams are still guarding 0.3 miles

away from the Felton family's old house. Are we still going to catch people?"

Ormand said calmly, "This matter is very strange. No rush. Ask

them to keep watching and wait for orders. You go sort out the evidence, print a copy of it, as well as the warrant. When the time comes, do as I ask you to do."

"Understood."

They walked out of the National Bureau of Investigation one after the other, got into the car, and went to the Felton family's old house.

The old house of the Felton family was in chaos. The servants and bodyguards were busy.

When Ormand and Todd walked in, no one greeted them.

The entire villa was wrapped in a sad atmosphere.

When Jennifer and Konner learned of the grievous news, they also

rushed back. They were all at home.

Todd grabbed a male servant who was passing by and asked, "Where's Mr. Felton?"

"On the top floor. Something happened to his mother. He is in a bad mood."

The two immediately went to the top floor, and the third room on the left was full of people.

Ronian was sitting on the bed in a daze, holding Pamela, whose body was already cold. He was in extreme sorrow.

For so long, this was the first time Ormand had seen Ronian's eyes swollen from crying.

Even Konner and Jennifer had red eyes. A sorrowful aura lingered in the room.

Ormand glanced at the situation in the room and called out the housekeeper, Dewey, who was wiping his tears.

Dewey followed him very cooperatively. He followed behind

end of

Hobson, my master suddenly lost his mother.

a little impolite. Please

softly, his

"Yes."

"Mr. Nielsen, what exactly is going on? Please tell Mr. Hobson.

the

his tears with his sleeve,

delivering breakfast to Mrs. Felton's room this morning. Mrs. Felton is kind and happy. It is absolutely impossible for her to kill

Mrs. Felton's body. Her lips are dark and blue with a faint purple color. She must have been poisoned. Mr. Hobson, please seek

twisted into a serious

locked. If Mrs. Felton didn't kill herself, who else could

thought about it and said, "Mrs. Felton doesn't like to

is easy to investigate. Only a few

food. Maybe it's

all the servants, chefs, and

fruits and vegetables in the garden. I'm

all of them."

instructed seriously. He adjusted the sleeves of his military uniform, turned around, and went

Dewey followed obediently.

the door of Pamela's room and looked at

few more

Ormand.

questioning passed. In the garden, everyone's expressions and explanations were

and said to Todd, "Get the

the situation here. Inform the forensics department too. Send Mrs. Felton to

autopsy later."

"Okay."

and left, running to a quiet corner to make

servants and chefs were cleared of suspicion, Ormand asked them to

down. Dewey

something. "Mr. Hobson, I

important."

his

there were many people at the banquet, he secretly went up to the top floor. I don't know what he went up for. After being found out by Mr. Ronian, he

brows and narrowed his deep eyes. "Tell me more about

refused to admit that he stole the key even if he was beaten. Yesterday afternoon, the bodyguard found the key to the top floor that was slightly buried in the garden and confirmed that Mr. Jerry had indeed gone to the top floor." "Mr. Hobson, to be honest, Mr. Jerry had a criminal record of stealing laboratory medicine before. His relationship with Mr. Ronian is usually not

the call, Todd came back and happened to hear

words.

seriously retorted, "Mr. Nielsen, isn't

For that matter, he is now innocent. We judge people by evidence, not criminal records.

his head awkwardly.

is going on,

Ormand and

time. He was

set, Jerry would never be able to

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