Chapter 537

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South]
“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.”

…

8:00 p.m.

Catherine returned to the villa, exhausted.





As soon as she stepped through the door, she noticed Shaun and Sarah walking down the stairs next to
each other. The man was wearing black and white striped loungewear. The hair that hung over his
forehead made his stern eyes look tender and calm. The woman, on the other hand, was wearing a
denim one-piece dress that revealed her slim waist and supple skin. It looked as if they were the owners
of this house.

Catherine felt uncomfortable at the sight of this.

She used to be so much prettier than Sarah but her skin was no longer in its prime condition since the
disfigurement.

“Young Madam Hill, you’re back. We’ve just finished today’s treatment for Shaunic,” Sarah spoke first in
a gentle tone.

“Do you know the time? It’s already 8:00 p.m. I’ve just agreed for you to go back to work and you’re
already skipping dinner at home.” Shaun frowned, evidently displeased. She was the one who wanted



Sarah to treat him in the villa but she only came home after their session was over.



“Shaunic, don’t say that. Women need to have their own freedom too,” Sarah said, smiling.

Catherine felt annoyed at their voices. “Miss Neeson, have you heard that your stepmother passed away
in the bathroom today?”

“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.”


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