He knew clearly that the bullet that killed Arabella had not come from Shane. In fact, Shane never fired the gun. He saw clearly who had killed Arabella, and the thought of that person alone sent shivers down his spine.
He shook his head slightly, trying to clear the memory. No one—absolutely no one—could know who killed Arabella. That was the only thing still keeping him alive. And if it ever got out, he would be dead.
"Yes, it's true. My nephew Shane Collens killed his own mother in cold blood," he said, feigning a sad expression.
"Senior master, are you going to seek justice against the person who killed the old master, your father?" another reporter asked.
Alfred sighed contentedly, remembering why he was so happy today—it was because that old man was finally dead.
