"They barged in?" Natasha's expression dropped. "Quick! Get
Deone to stop them!"
Before the truth prevailed, she would never allow them to arrest her dad.
"Stop!" Suddenly. Hector yelled at Jack, "Let them in. No one shall stand
in their way!"
"Dad, what are you doing?" Natasha frowned.
"The truth will speak for itself. I have nothing to fear if I didn't comm
it the crime." Hector declared loud and
clear.
"But
"Have you ever given it some thought? If I make a move now, I'll never cl
ear my name." Hector wore a somber
expression on his face. Fighting against Sir Moran's forces could be perc
eived as resisting arrest, or, worse,
staging a revolt. The Harmons could not afford to be accused of this grav
e crime.
"Hector's right. We can't butt heads with them. Tell all the Harmon disci
ples to stand aside!" Jacob yelled.
"Yes, sir." Jack helplessly took the orders. Natasha and the rest were wo
rried, but they were aware of the
importance
of not adding fuel to the fire. Otherwise, the confrontation might spiral
out of control
"Where's Hector Harmon?" The commander, dressed in uniform, marched up to
the doors of the meeting room
with a large number of armed soldiers behind him. These were troopers who
were in service, and their
murderous air sent chills down one's spine.
"I am Hector Harmon. Sir, what are you here for?" Hector calmly greeted t
he commander and his men.
"You sullied Sir Moran's daughter and brutally murdered her! We are under
orders to arrest you for trial!" The
commander announced icily.
"Nonsense! My dad never killed a soul. You must have gotten it wrong!" Ru
th instantly protested.
"Sir, my husband has been a morally upright man. He couldn't have committ
ed such a huge sin. He must have been framed!" Jessica fought for her hus
band.
"That's right! Our patriarch must have been framed!" The family members i
mmediately voiced their support for Hector Harmon, who was known for his
honorable character. No one else in the family could claim to be more
virtuous than Hector.
"Framed him? That's a joke!" The commander's face was taut. "We have soli
d evidence that clears all the doubts. Those who are not involved, please
leave the scene now!"
"Sir, you claimed that my dad is guilty. But where's the evidence? You ne
ed a reason to arrest him, isn't that
right?" Natasha questioned the commander.
He bellowed, "The witness account is clear evidence of Hector Harmon murd
ering the young lady when he
was drunk!"
"A witness can be bought. With money, one can forge a witness statement.
It's pretty common," Natasha
argued. She was displeased by how they wanted to charge Hector over the w
ords of a few witnesses.
"Is a witness' account unreliable? Alright, then! I'll show you some phys
ical evidence!" The commander played
a video on his phone. The angle of the footage resembled that of a survei
llance camera. In the video, one could see a stocky man assaulting a youn
g lady in her prime. First, he sullied her, followed by suffocating her
to death. His actions were inhumane and would incur wrath from anyone.
After choking
the lady to death, the man turned around and showed his face. It was Hect
or Harmon.
"H–how is that possible?" Everyone looked horrified when they saw
Hector in the lootage. They never expected that he was the real criminal
after all! One could buy off witnesses, but it was hard to create physica
l evidence out of thin air! Still, the revelation was too shocking, and e
veryone struggled to process it.
"T–
that's impossible! My dad would never kill someone!" Ruth shook her head
forcefully as the color drained
from her face.
"How did it turn out this way?" Jessica's eyes widened in disbelief.