Chapter 43
Damien’s expression fell. He frowned at Ignatius and remarked, "Can’t the Blacks even keep an eye over a madman?"
Ignatius looked riled as well. Still, he couldn’t refute it because, firstly, the Colemans were an established family in Huma. Besides, Dexter was clearly a suspected criminal and a madman, a stain on the Black family name that they desperately wanted to get rid of.
"Watch your attitude." I stood beside Ignatius and addressed Damien sternly. "Who are you calling a madman?"
Damien fixed a scorching and furious gaze on me. I didn’t want to be around him for long, but I felt obliged to speak up for Dexter and the Black family.
"Are you the fiancée of that crazy man?" Damien confronted me. "Where is he now?"
"Why do you seem more concerned about my husband than your wife?" I frowned at Damien, feeling disgusted just by talking to him.
Sparing no time to argue with me, he cast me a knowing look and remarked, "No matter how desperate the Millers are, they shouldn’t send their daughter to hell. Watch out for that madman, or you might end up getting badly hurt."
With that, he turned to leave.
I stood there with a frown and stared at Damien’s figure. Then, I cast a quick look upstairs. Dexter was at home, that was for sure. If so, who took Juliet away?
Dexter had admitted to his guilt when my body was discovered. Why did someone else emerge at this point? Was it an open provocation of the police?
I mused silently, "Is Dexter the killer? Or is he a conspirator?"