Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 218 I Have Evidence

Upon hanging up, she relayed the instructions for the building’s decor and returned to the Harris residence.

The woman parked her car by the hillside and took out the spare keys to Treyton’s villa that he had given her prior.She went in and grabbed some things before heading to the ancestral hall leisurely.

As soon as she reached the entrance, she could already hear the sounds of sobbing from Hector’s wife, Nina Ross.

“Look, Marcus! You’ve seen Hector’s face now. This is all Gwendolyn’s doing. You can’t be partial toward her this time!”

Nina and Hector’s son, Luke, was just as livid. “Gwendolyn’s gone too far this time, Uncle Marcus. No matter what, my dad’s still her uncle and someone older than her. She can’t do this to him even if he’s done something to upset her!”

Amid all the complaints from Hector’s family, Marcus sat in his wheelchair in silence, fiddling with the prayer beads in his hand.

Leif stood next to him and sighed, looking as though he was withholding his words.

Noticing that, Marcus asked, “Is there something you want to say?”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“It’s fine. I’m here, so speak your mind.”

Leif pondered briefly before stating, “I don’t think it’s wise to only listen to what Mr. Hector’s family has to say, Mr. Marcus. If Mr. Hector is accusing Ms. Gwendolyn of such acts, then there should at least be some form of proof.”

Lorelai was instantly enraged. “Hubby, you know Gwendolyn’s temper. She’s always been selfish and arrogant, so it’s really no surprise if she did this! Why would we need proof?”

Marcus remained quiet, and no one could tell what was on his mind.

Suddenly, Hector rose from his seat, walked toward the family altar, and knelt before it. “I, Hector Harris, swear on our ancestors that Gwendolyn did harm me with acid,” he declared firmly. “May the skies rumble and I be struck by lightning if I turn out to be lying!”

As soon as he finished, a thunderous boom sounded from outside.

curled up into a ball on the floor, his legs

just as terrified, and the color drained

grim in

entrance,

pushed the door open with an orange-flavored lollipop in her mouth. “It looks like you’re

infuriated. “Gwendolyn! You made that noise, didn’t

him

merely gotten Ezra to blare the sound of a thunderclap over the speakers, but she certainly

be that scared

“You!”

turned around and

my!” Gwendolyn pretended to be alarmed. “What happened to your face? ‘Idle

fumed at the insults hurled

man jumped up and stared at

our ancestors, Gwendolyn! Would you dare do the same to prove you didn’t do this

You chose to do that. It doesn’t mean I have

choosing not to because you’re

Too bad it’s not working.” The

Marcus gazed at Gwendolyn tenderly, albeit

thoughts, nor did they dare say

I hurt you, Uncle Hector, but that’s a baseless accusation. You’ll have to come up with evidence that I did it. I won’t let your

jumped in before Hector could respond. “Look at how she just called me by my name, Hubby! She doesn’t respect me at all! And when did I ever

this have to do with you?

Lorelai pouted and moved to stand behind

you’re accusing

out, abducted me, took me down to some unknown basement, and committed acts of violence against me there. Where am I supposed to find any evidence if she removed every trace of it after

down his face, he continued, “You know me, Marcus. I’ve always loved Gwendolyn. I’m a softie who’s never really had much ambition. Would

to kill me, Uncle Hector. You got

accusations! You’re doing the exact same thing you just

do have proof.” With a grin, the woman opened up her bag, took out a properly-filed