"Melody Thorne, that’s all just your speculation, it has nothing to do with the clan elder," Stella Seymour couldn’t stand it anymore. This Melody Thorne could be more ruthless than anyone else when she wanted to be.

"My speculation?" Melody Thorne looked at her with a look of disbelief. "The prophecy from the clan elder was that my father would be killed by the woman beside him. They were so much in love, I’ve checked; my mother had no history of illness. She was a normal person, she never went mad, and she even took a bullet for my dad. How could she possibly use such a cruel method to kill him?"

The more she spoke, the more doubts emerged bit by bit. Previously, everyone trusted the clan elder a lot. Even though people speculated about what he said, no one dared to investigate the matter. Being able to save their own lives was already fortunate enough.

"To fulfill a prophecy with such cruel methods, believe me, if today it was a different successor here, you would certainly be saying the same things. You would make them leave the person they love most with your words, get them to save their life by listening to you, and then use him to control the Seymour Family!" Melody Thorne articulated every word.

"I advise you to see the reality clearly. Since I’ve suspected you, there will certainly be ways to find out something. With the combined power of the Quinn Family and the Seymour Family, discovering something is simple. You prophesized that I would die, and before I die, the first person I’ll take down is you!"

"Don’t speak recklessly," Jared Quinn, who had been sitting beside her, spoke up, his expression already a bit dark. "If you have any prophecies, they’ll certainly affect me, not yourself."

Melody Thorne’s heart fluttered slightly. "Hmph, we won’t die, we’ll always be together. Let’s deal with this person first."

"Alright," Jared Quinn ruffled her hair with his big hand.

"Nonsense, all of this is just nonsense," the clan elder’s face had completely stiffened.

"Harold Chapman, take him away. Oh, by the way, he’s our clan elder, make sure he doesn’t die, keep a close eye on him." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Yes."

"Old master, you have to believe me, believe that I absolutely did not, I only prophesied, I wouldn’t do anything to them," the clan elder’s eyes filled with terror after glancing at Harold Chapman beside him.

"I’m too old to handle these things anymore, let them do as they please," the old master’s spirit seemed to be suddenly defeated, aging significantly.

No one in the hall dared to speak anymore. Now that it involved Howard Seymour’s death, they couldn’t wait to stay far away, afraid Melody Thorne would trace it back to them; how could they possibly be associated with the clan elder?

"We’ll sort you out properly when we get back," Harold Chapman’s lips curled with a smile.

"No, no, kill me, kill me," the clan elder screamed in horror, his previous demeanor completely gone.

"Aren’t you the one who can prophesize others’ lives and deaths? You should be able to prophesize your own death now too, and that you’ll die a thousand times more miserably than my father."

The despair in the clan elder’s eyes grew stronger, as if witnessing the tragic death of Howard Seymour again, frightening him into fainting.

"Let’s go, let’s go, even if there is retribution, it won’t fall on us," Stella Seymour intentionally added.

Everyone hurriedly left, avoiding suspicion.

Only one person remained; it was Melody Thorne’s second uncle, Albert Seymour, who looked at Melody Thorne with guilt.