"Only two servants and a butler. I know three of them well. That night, all the servants have gone to bed. Although I live across the corridor, I haven't heard a whisper of noise."
"Hmm..." Johann muttered.
He trusted Han's word. This kid never lied to him. But he knew that seeking confirmation was necessary. He will let the butler do that job for him.
As of now, he could only think of one person in this estate who could beautifully produce a clean stab wound on Adam's chest. Johann didn't want to point fingers carelessly but his grandson are not the type that lets strangers easily get near him.
As Johann mulled over the death of his grandson, the memory of similar incidents from the past weighed heavily on the old man's mind. It made his suspicion grow stronger.
"I'm going to see Percival." Rising from his seat, he left Han behind and made his way toward the main mansion in the estate.
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Duke Mansion,
