Meanwhile, Lance arrived in Jando.
Originally, he intended to go directly to the Walsh family to find Deanna, but Xavier stopped him.
"Mr. Mercer, if you go like this, Dr. Deanna might not be pleased," Xavier kindly reminded him, noticing the dark circles under Mr. Mercer's eyes.
Lance looked at himself in the rearview mirror and realized he didn't look very good. To avoid upsetting Deanna, he decided against going immediately and instructed, "Find a nearby hotel for some rest."
"Yes, sir," Xavier nodded and turned the car around, finding a nearby hotel to settle in.
After Deanna and Old Hughes went to the study, they became engrossed in Old Walsh's collection of medical books.
On the other side, Hassan was focused on investigating who had poisoned his grandfather. He called each servant in the house for questioning again.
Logically, with kitchen surveillance, it should have been easy to identify who was responsible for preparing the medicine and who had been in and out of the kitchen during that time. However, when questioning the servant responsible for preparing the medicine, they learned she had a stomachache and left the medicine at a corner on her way to deliver it, then went to the bathroom.
The surveillance footage confirmed her story, but that corner was a blind spot, making it impossible to see who might have tampered with the medicine.
"Did you go to the kitchen corridor corner between 8:10 and 8:20 yesterday morning?" Hassan asked a servant expressionlessly, observing her closely.
The servant felt pressured under Mr. Hassan's gaze and nervously shook her head. "No, I was working in the garden at that time."
Hassan saw no signs of deceit on her face, and her answer matched her previous statement. He was using a psychological tactic, repeatedly asking the same question to catch any inconsistencies over time.
This method often proved effective in police interrogations. Indeed, Hassan noticed something suspicious.
A middle-aged man with a sharp face and shifty eyes sat across from him. He couldn't maintain eye contact with Hassan.
That wasn't why he was suspicious; his problem was that his answers differed from previous interrogations.
"Are you sure you were not in the kitchen between 8:10 and 8:20 but cleaning in the front yard?"
"I'm sure," the man nodded nervously, unsure of his previous statements.
He began to panic, thinking he might have said something different before. Noticing Mr. Hassan's increasingly stern expression, he hastily corrected himself, "Mr. Hassan, I remember now; I was in the garage cleaning the car."
Hassan's eyes darkened as he looked at him without speaking.
The man felt an invisible pressure weighing on him, making it hard to breathe as cold sweat covered his forehead.
Finally, Hassan spoke slowly, "Are you sure you were in the garage?"
'No,' the man thought silently. But he had to give an answer right night or he would expose himself. He steeled himself and said through gritted teeth, "I'm sure I was working in the garage."
Almost immediately after he spoke, Hassan's expression grew colder. He no longer questioned him but ordered the bodyguards around him sharply, "Arrest him!"
"Yes, sir!" The bodyguards obeyed instantly and detained the man.
Terrified but not daring to resist, the man looked at Hassan with feigned innocence and asked, "Mr. Hassan, what are you doing?"
"You really don't know?" Hassan sneered. "Tell me, who instructed you to poison my grandfather?"
The man's face showed a flash of panic but quickly returned to feigned calmness as he defended himself, "Mr. Hassan, what are you talking about? I would never dare poison your grandfather. You can't accuse me without evidence!"
"So you're saying I'm wrongfully accusing you?" Hassan laughed coldly.
He looked at him with icy eyes and mocked, "Do you know where you slipped up?"
The man instinctively shook his head but then froze, realizing this action was almost an admission of guilt. Even so, he was unwilling to give up trying to defend himself.