CHAPTER 71: CHAPTER 71: COULD IT BE MELANIE MORGAN?

He was at his wit’s end, not knowing what to do when May Morgan’s call came through, lighting up his eyes. He hurriedly discussed with May Morgan: "May, you quickly talk to Vincent Vance and have him call the police here, so they can return your grandmother’s body to me as soon as possible for burial."

Although it’s a tradition in the hometown to ensure a proper burial, grandma’s death was truly unjust. The body still held many important pieces of evidence crucial to solving the case. If buried too soon, it would certainly hinder the entire investigation’s progress.

May Morgan understood this very clearly.

"Grandma was murdered," May Morgan said, biting her lip, to Mason Morgan.

Mason Morgan paused for a moment and sighed helplessly, "I know, but your grandma staying with the forensic pathologist isn’t a solution either. It’s been days; you can’t have her unable to rest properly forever, right?"

Hearing Mason Morgan speak so lightly, May Morgan’s eyes turned red instantly: "You’re worried about your business being unattended, right? Forget it; just come back first. I’ll go with Vincent Vance, and we’ll handle this. You go mind your business."

Don’t make it sound so nice; doesn’t she know what Mason Morgan really thinks? He simply doesn’t care about why grandma died. What he’s worried about is only his own small family and his business.

Mason Morgan’s face flushed with anger due to May Morgan, and he couldn’t help but shout at her, "What do you mean? Am I such a heartless person? I’m just thinking about letting your grandmother rest in peace as soon as possible, aren’t I? Or do you think that once she’s buried, the case can’t be solved?"

"What do you think? Grandma was stabbed so many times, with three fingers broken. She must have been assassinated before she died. If you bury her so quickly, how will the forensic find evidence? Mason Morgan, I’ve seen through you; you are just a selfish person. When have you ever cared about grandma? Since being with Melody White, how many times have you visited grandma?"

"Why haven’t I gone home? Isn’t it all because of you? If it weren’t for you, how would I have betrayed my faith and ended up here?"

May Morgan’s pointed and named humiliation pushed Mason Morgan into a corner, making him retort loudly on the phone.

May Morgan was hurt by his heartless accusations and immediately burst into tears, "I know you don’t like me, and I never begged you to like me. You like Melanie Morgan, don’t you? Then don’t count on me anymore."

"Why wouldn’t I like you? You’re not even my flesh and blood; how could I like you?" Mason Morgan suddenly snarled at May Morgan with gritted teeth over the phone.

Beside her, Vincent Vance heard Mason Morgan’s words and couldn’t help but reach for May Morgan’s phone. He then threatened Mason Morgan, "Mason Morgan, since you chose to be a father, you must fulfill a father’s responsibilities. Otherwise, are you fit to be a man?"

Out of respect for Vincent Vance’s status and identity, Mason Morgan couldn’t speak too harshly, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master Vance, you’re accusing me of not fulfilling my duties as a father. But I tell you, regarding May Morgan, I have a clear conscience."

After a slight pause, Mason Morgan suddenly sighed lowly and helplessly, "Although she isn’t my biological child, I still pay her living expenses every month. From my standpoint, I ask, could you do better than me?"

Vincent Vance frowned, unable to refute Mason Morgan’s question. As a man, he could understand Mason Morgan’s pain, but considering May Morgan’s perspective, he also felt she was very pitiful.

"My mom is not the person you’re describing; she hasn’t done anything to betray you!" Hearing Mason Morgan’s words over the phone, May Morgan suddenly broke down and shouted loudly.

Vincent Vance turned his head and glanced at the unusually emotional May Morgan, then sternly said to Mason Morgan, "Mason Morgan, since you don’t like May Morgan, then I won’t force it. She will be my woman in the future; I will not let her lack anything. However, concerning her grandmother’s matter, you shouldn’t intervene anymore. I’ll find a way to handle it."

Mason Morgan held the phone hesitantly, thought for a moment, and eventually sighed in compromise, "Alright then, since Young Master Vance is helping with this matter, I’ll come back first. However, I still hope my mother can be laid to rest soon."

"Understood."

After reaching an agreement with Mason Morgan, Vincent Vance promptly hung up the phone and then discussed with May Morgan, "Let’s go to Crestwood first. Director Lawson said they’ve found some clues over there, and we just happen to need to go."

Hearing that the police found clues, May Morgan promptly perked up and said to Vincent Vance, "Okay, I’ll go with you now."

The two of them took a private plane directly to Crestwood, so the trip was quick. It took about two hours; by the time they arrived at the Crestwood police station, Director Lawson had come out to greet them.

After some pleasantries, Director Lawson handed the evidence they collected to the two of them.

"These are all the footprints we collected at your grandmother’s doorstep on the day of the incident. Because the perpetrator was professional, the house was thoroughly cleaned, and there isn’t much substantial evidence. However, we saw a few high-heeled shoe prints at her doorstep."

Director Lawson said as he showcased the set of high-heeled shoe print photos and the 3D-printed simulated shoe style for May Morgan to see, "According to our technicians’ estimates, this should be left by a woman around 165 cm tall, of medium build, who likes to wear sharp high heels."

After Director Lawson finished speaking, he deliberately assessed May Morgan and then asked, "Does Miss Morgan usually wear high heels?"

Hearing this, May Morgan promptly replied honestly, "No, I never wear high heels."

When it came to sharp high heels, a person immediately came to May Morgan’s mind, as only that woman liked to wear such exaggerated shoes.

It was Melanie Morgan!

Recalling the pain of being stepped on the back of her hand by Melanie Morgan’s sharp high heels, May Morgan instinctively touched her own hand.

That woman’s stomp is still vividly remembered today; given the chance, she would certainly stomp on her a few times too, so she’d know how it feels to be stepped on.

May Morgan picked up the shoe model that Director Lawson had someone print and the more she looked at it, the more it seemed like Melanie Morgan’s fashion style.

Grandma usually had little contact with others, and even if she did, she would usually only meet country women who could not possibly wear such exaggerated shoes. Melanie Morgan hadn’t lived in the mountains much, so lacking experience, she might conceivably wear high heels back.

But, how could it be her? Grandma was her grandmother too. How could she be so cruel to grandma and do such a horrible thing?

"Apart from this, is there any other evidence?"

Despite her extreme hatred for Melanie Morgan, May Morgan still didn’t want to believe this matter was related to her. After all, grandma and she shared a blood bond. If she really did it, then she was utterly devoid of conscience!