Chapter 159: The interrogation
His sudden action stunned everyone. Hugo’s instincts kicked in. With a swift, precise action, he fired two shots into the butler’s chest before the man could even pull the trigger.
The gun clattered to the ground, slipping from his lifeless fingers as he collapsed, his body twitching for a moment before going still. The life drained from his eyes.
The shooter sat frozen, paralyzed by fear. His mind raced, but his body refused to move, eyes wide and fixated on the fallen butler. The reality of death was too close, too real. His thoughts spiraled into a panic—was he next? His breath came in ragged gasps, his body quivering uncontrollably.
"And you!" Theodore’s voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and unyielding.
The shooter snapped back to the present, his fear intensifying as he frantically began to plead for his life. "I’m sorry!" he cried out. "Please forgive me! I swear I’ll leave this profession, I’ll disappear, just please let me go!"
Theodore’s cold eyes bore into him, unmoved by the desperate pleas. "I’m not the one who will decide your fate," he said coldly. "You shot my assistant—an innocent man who had no quarrel with you or the Hills. He could have died because of you. It’s only fair that he decides what happens to you now."
The shooter’s heart sank. He had hoped for mercy, but Theodore’s words offered none. His shoulders slumped further as he realized there was no escape, no easy way out.
His mind replayed the moment of the shooting, remembering how the smoke bomb had clouded his vision. He had aimed for the gang leader, but in the chaos, he couldn’t be sure if his shot had landed. So, he shot another bullet to ensure the gang leader was dead but a figure suddenly rushed toward that side and the bullet hit him.
He had never intended to harm an innocent man. The weight of his actions pressed down on him. The terror in his eyes deepened as he awaited his uncertain fate, his mind racing with dread and regret.
It was a pure accident. He had never intended to shoot him.