Chapter 763
Chapter 763:
Their resentment was so deep that they seemed to take being compared to Jorge as an outright insult.
“Enough!” Patton’s sharp voice sliced through the tension, silencing the room.
Fixing his father with a steady gaze, he said in a grave tone, “Father, let me handle this. I know what needs to be done.”
Hank’s expression flickered with resistance, but after a beat, he let out a disgruntled snort and stepped back.
Now addressing Janice and Aiden, Patton’s voice was measured but firm. “You’re right—something doesn’t add up. But speculation isn’t enough. We need proof. How can you back up your claims?”
Janice’s eyes drifted toward Jorge’s lifeless body sprawled on the floor. “An autopsy.”
Patton’s demeanor changed. His gaze darkened as he studied Janice. “You’re saying the answer lies in my brother’s stomach?”
“It’s highly possible. His final message contained only one word—’stomach.’ That has to be the most crucial clue.” Janice’s tone carried no hesitation. “If we perform an autopsy, the truth will come to light.”
A ripple of shock spread through the Lamberts. The murmurs returned, now laced with outrage.
“Jorge has already suffered a tragic death, and now they want to desecrate his body? This is a sin!”
“I won’t stand for it! A Lambert descendant must remain whole, even in death!”
Listening to the backlash among the Lamberts, Aiden felt irritated once more.
Janice placed her hand on his shoulder to calm him.
She said decisively, “Either we perform an autopsy on Jorge’s body to uncover the truth, or you refuse, and we prepare for a relentless battle.”
𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩿𝖼𝗈𝗺
Patton’s eyes widened, clearly shocked by Janice’s words.
Suddenly, a bodyguard hurried over and whispered something in Patton’s ear, causing his expression to change immediately.
The house was now encircled by men in black, who seemed like skilled fighters.
Patton turned to MO, whose presence was overpowering. Despite his years in business, he had never met anyone with such a commanding aura. Only the most elite could exhibit such an aura.
“Patton, you cannot allow the autopsy! You must keep your brother’s body whole!”
“If it comes down to a final standoff, so be it! We do not fear a mere doctor!”
The clamor from the Lamberts deepened Patton’s frown as he pondered his next move.
“Proceed with the autopsy,” Patton declared through clenched teeth, effectively silencing his family. The Lamberts stared in shock, unable to believe Patton would consent to MO’s request for an autopsy.
“MO, to be clear, you may go ahead with the autopsy, but should it turn up nothing, you will face our wrath.”
“Fine!”
Janice exchanged a look with Aiden and approached Jorge’s body. Patton nodded to Hank, who promptly cleared the room, leaving only the four of them and the corpse.
Janice drew a dagger, knelt, and pulled back the white cloth to reveal Jorge’s pallid face.
.
.
.