Let Me Go, Mr. Hill novel Chapter 537

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 537
“It’s true.” Freya was choked up. “Uncle Boris said he couldn’t contact Aunty Jennifer since she left home this morning to pack up, so I came to look for her in their house. All their servants had left and I had to climb over the wall to get in. She was lying in a pool of blood on the bathroom floor and had stopped breathing when I found her. The police came over earlier and said she must have fallen over and hit her head on the cabinet. They think she died after losing too much blood.”

“How is that possible?” A shudder went down Catherine’s spine. “She looked healthy to me. Did you check the surveillance cameras?”

“They’ve been turned off since no one had been living here in the past few days,” she replied through clenched teeth, “But I checked the neighbor’s surveillance cameras. Sarah came over this morning but she left after half an hour.”

Catherine was shaking by now. “She’s definitely involved in this. She hates Aunty Jennifer.”

“I know, but the pathologist said it has nothing to do with her. They couldn’t find her fingerprints on the second floor. Besides, Aunty Jennifer is estimated to have died around 9:00 a.m. but Sarah left the house at 8:30 a.m.”

Freya said with trembling lips, “Cathy, I read before that some psychologists are terrifying as they can use hypnotism to…”

“You mean… Sarah hypnotized Aunty Jennifer?” Catherine had goosebumps all over her body.

“It’s not impossible. She could’ve hypnotized Aunty Jennifer into a half-conscious state so she would fall over by accident. This way, there wouldn’t be any evidence pointing toward Sarah as the murderer.”

Catherine rubbed her temples. Jennifer’s death was too suspicious. How terrible would Charity feel if she found out about this while in prison? Boris too. He would be left alone with no one by his side. “Let’s try our best to hide this from Uncle Boris for now. I’m afraid he won’t be able to take the news well. We should step in and handle Aunty Jennifer’s funeral.”

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8:00 p.m.

Catherine returned to the villa, exhausted.

“I heard…” Sarah’s eyes welled up. “I just saw her this morning and not long later, this happened. I should’ve left later.”

“Really?”

A shudder passed through Catherine as she was suddenly reminded of Freya’s assumption. This woman was terrifying. “I went to visit your dad in the hospital today. Poor guy. He’s not young anymore. His wife is dead and no one’s there to look after him. He was even struggling to retrieve the bedpan on his own. You and your brother are successful and wealthy now. You should at least hire a carer for him no matter how much you dislike the man.”

“You’re right. I’ve not been the best daughter.” Sarah looked remorseful.

“Well, she doesn’t know that you’ve done your best.”

Shaun looked at Catherine with a slightly displeased look after saying that. “Cathy, that’s their family affairs. You don’t know much about it, and you shouldn’t stick your nose into it either. Sarah had tried to hire a carer but her father refused. I heard her talking about this earlier this afternoon. She’s planning to organize a proper funeral for her stepmother.”