Spoiled By Mr. Russell By Luminous Night Chapter 622
Spoiled by Mr. Russell
âHeheâ¦â she chuckled.
The abrupt laughter startled everyone in the room, as doing so was unseemly amid the solemness of the mourning hall. It gave the impression that Lily did not take the deceased or the elders seriously.
As the eldest, Jonathan darkened his face and said solemnly, âLily! Donât be so rude in front of your grandfatherâs casket! How dare you laugh? How do you honor your grandfather who raised you?!â
âGranduncle Jonathan, how could I not laugh at this ridiculous soap opera at my grandfatherâs memorial? If Grandpa is in heaven right now, heâll have a good laugh at this. Donât you think so? He just passed away, and some people canât wait to make waves.â
Henry glared at her. âWho do you think is making waves?â
âIâm sure the one thatâs making waves knows best!â Lily turned the tables on him by boldly staring into his eyes and slowly approaching him. âUncle Henry! While I call you uncle out of respect for your age and experience, I advise you to be honest.â
âEveryone here knows how many years youâve been kicked out of the Lodge family by Grandpa, and no one mentions it for the sake of your reputation. Do you think we donât remember? Itâs reasonable for you to come home for Grandpaâs funeral and nobody objects to it. However, if you use this to make waves, Iâm sorry, but please get out of the Lodge family!â
She admonished him harshly and pointed at the door with one finger.
Henryâs eyes widened as he took in the formidable young woman who stood before him, her height barely reaching his shoulders as she attempted to command him.
Henry stumbled backward before he regained his senses and stood firm. âWhat a joke! My surname is Lodge which makes me a true blue Lodge. Youâre just an outsider with the surname. Christian. What right do you have to tell me to leave? Lily, when your grandfather was alive, he thought you were a young and helpless orphan. Thatâs why he raised you in the Lodge family, but donât forget. Youâll never be a Lodge!â
âWhat year is it, Uncle Henry, if youâre still here discussing family surnames? In this reality, surnames have no bearing on the closeness of a relationship. Itâs hard to predict human behavior!â Lily glanced at Justin and smiled. âYou said that I poisoned the scented candle. Sure, whereâs the evidence?â
Reaching out to Henry, she said, âIn a lawâabiding society, everything requires proof. If you think something was wrong with the scented candle, please show me the lab report that says Iâd poisoned it. Show me the evidence, too. Even with murder and arson, there would be at motive. Why would I do this to myself?â
Did he want to convict her with baseless allegations?
âI knew youâd say that!â Henry was not at a loss for words in response to her probing, but looked as though she had fallen into his trap.
With two claps of his hand, someone came up to present him with what looked like a document. Many copies were also given out to the elders at the same time.
Henry shook the document in his hand. âDid you think Iâd stand here and lecture you without evidence?
Iâm your elder. Wonât I know how to be convincing when I do things? Keep your eyes open and take a good look at this!â
Slam!
The piece of document was slammed down. Lily reached out for it and then looked down. It was the lab results. Henry also got the scented candles for examination. He was fast as he came. prepared!
Although there were a lot of technical terminologies, she could quickly grasp the findings with just a few glances. To sum up, there was a lethal toxin in the scented candle. Longâterm exposure to even a tiny amount through inhalation was fatal.
âElders, youâre all aware that my father wasnât in good health recently. Although I was abroad, I was concerned about the Lodge family and searched for a capable doctor to treat my father. I didnât expect it to be a step late,â Henry said to the crowd.
His face was pained as he continued, âIf my father died of an illness without a cure, then I have nothing to say. Iâd just hate myself for not being able to see him one last time. However, if my father was murdered, Iâll never forgive the culprit! No matter who that person is!â