Melody Thorne stood up, "I now suspect that you are involved in my father’s death. If you hadn’t spread that prophecy, he wouldn’t have died."

The elder’s face turned completely dark, "He died because he didn’t heed my warning. This has nothing to do with me. If he had listened and stayed away from that woman, he wouldn’t have died."

"Is that so?" Melody squinted her eyes, "So, if I don’t listen to your advice, will I also die a tragic death like my father?"

"Yes, you should have seen that day; being with this man by your side will surely lead to your death."

"So, for every heir, you make a prophecy that they will die because of someone around them. You use this as a shadow, making the heir listen to you to achieve control, and it also highlights your presence in the Seymour Family!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"I don’t understand what you’re saying. Everything we do is for the good of the Seymour Family," the elder replied, expression unchanged.

"Is that so? No one has been upstairs on your property ever since it was given to you, right?"

"That’s correct. No one is allowed up there," the elder was unsure of her purpose, but indeed, no one had been there up until now.

"Do you recognize this?" The cold gleam in Melody’s eyes intensified.

The elder’s gaze fixated on the small robot, not understanding why Melody would ask such a question, but it wasn’t his possession.

"No, I don’t recognize it."

"Don’t recognize it?" Melody stood up, chuckling lightly, "But you don’t recognize it, yet it was found on your property."

"Melody, what is this?" The old man’s eyes were fixed on the item she held in her arms.

Melody used her phone to dial the number, and a voice came out.

"Ten days have passed, and my little princess is growing day by day; she is so adorable."

"On the eleventh day, I encountered an accident when I went out; it nearly cost me my life. I know that some people’s game has started; I have become their prey. I am very worried about my little princess; if possible, I would rather she was not born into the Seymour Family."

The voice inside made everyone gasp, especially the old man. It was Howard Seymour’s voice; there was no doubt about it. What did he say? He said he had become someone else’s prey? The old man’s hands trembled uncontrollably,

The elder forcefully maintained his composure, "I don’t know why he thinks that, but he did die in an accident."

"Died in an accident?" Melody walked over, holding a fruit knife to the elder’s head, poised to stab downwards, "Did he die in an accident like this? A knife went in from the top of his head, and nearly all his bones were crushed by a heavy object, a gruesome death?"

The more Melody spoke, the more pained her chest felt, especially after hearing how much Howard Seymour cared for her as his daughter.

"Madam," Harold Chapman stepped forward, expressionless, taking the dagger from her hand, "leave it to me."

Harold Chapman had always been accustomed to the scent of blood, so he struck much harder than she would have, yet without killing a person. His methods of interrogating prisoners involved watching them bleed out bit by bit, dying from fear.

"You will face retribution," the elder shouted loudly.

"My father clearly went to your fourth floor. He hid the recordings there in the corner. Do you think you can still deceive us all safely? In the Seymour Family, you are the most likely to have killed him because you wanted to increase your value within the family. To fulfill your prophecy, you went to great lengths to kill him!"