Fraser pushed his glasses, "It's about that number, it should be a new one of Ivan, and I found out that
he contacted someone other than Mrs. Murphy."
"Who?"
"Miss Ellis." Fraser answered.
Stanley's pupils shrank slightly, "Ivy?"
"Yes." Fraser nodded.
Stanley's thin lips pursed into a straight line, "Why did he contact Ivy?"
"I don't know, Mr. Murphy, why don't you ask Miss Ellis?" Fraser suggested.
Stanley was silent for a few seconds and rubbed his temples, "I'll ask her when I get home tonight."
"Ok." Fraser answered and turned to go out.
Stanley leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling, only to feel tired mentally and physically.
After a moment, he stood up, took off the jacket on the shelf and slung it over his arm. He went out of
the office and drove away from the Murphy Group.
Stanley drove all the way to the Murphy’s old mansion.
Sam and Kelley were watching TV when the butler walked in, "Sir, Madam, Mr. Stanley is here."
The two immediately looked at each other, "What's he doing here?"
Sam shook his head, "I don't know, let's let him in first."
The butler nodded and went out to greet Stanley.
Soon, Stanley walked in.
Sam greeted him with a smile, "It's rare for you to come here, what's up?"
Kelley also looked at Stanley, "Stanley, have a sit."
"No need." Stanley refused, looking at Sam, "I came here to see Mom and Dad's room."
Sam frowned, "Their room has been sealed for over ten years, what's there to see? It hasn't even been
cleaned in there, so it's better not to go there."
"It's fine, I just want to have a look, I won't mess with anything." After saying that, Stanley went straight
upstairs.
Sam and Kelley got together.
Kelley asked, "Honey, what do you think he wants? Did he find out anything?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Sam glared at her with a stony expression, "If there was something in there, it
would have been discovered long ago. Why has he had to wait until now?"
"You are right." Kelley nodded, but still uneasy, "Since there is nothing, why did he get in there?"
"I'll go up and take a look." Sam said, and went upstairs.
Upstairs, Stanley stood at the door of a somewhat aged room, reached out his hand, and pushed open
the door.
The door opened, a strong musty smell came to his nose, the air was mixed with a faint smell of dust,
making Stanley couldn't help but frown, waving his hand in front of his nose, waiting for the dust to
gradually settle down before turning on the light.
Since the light hadn't been on for over a decade, it was still a bit erratic when it came on and flickered a
few times before it was ready.
Stanley finally got a good look at everything in the room.
Everything in the room was the same as it had been a dozen years ago, unchanged in the slightest,
except that the colors were stale, and dust and cobwebs covered everywhere, giving it a desolate feel.
Stanley pursed his thin lips and walked in, then stood in the center of the room, surveying the entire
room from side to side.
The room was still the same, but it was a different scene.
"Stanley."
Just as Stanley was remembering the old days when his parents were still around, Sam's voice pulled
his thoughts back.
Stanley turned around unhappily, "Yes, Uncle Sam?"
"I just came up to see you." Sam walked up to him, "Staley, why did you suddenly come here?"
As Sam asked, his gaze was fixed on Stanley, as if he wanted to see what was going on.
Stanley calmly locked his eyes in him, "You should know that for more than ten years, I haven't given
up on catching the murderer of my parents' car accident, and now that the murderer has revealed itself,
I can face the past."
"What? The murderer has revealed itself?" When Sam heard his words, his face changed drastically
and his voice raised.
Stanley narrowed his eyes at him, "Why do you act like this?"
Sam was gagged and then smiled, "I should... I'm happy, after all, your father was my only brother, he
died very suddenly back then, and I was sad, and now I'm happy to learn that the murderer has
revealed itself."
He said it with all seriousness, but the hand behind his back trembled slightly.
Stanley didn't notice the difference in him and withdrew his gaze, "Yes, you should be happy."
Sam coughed dryly, barely suppressing the complications inside, and asked, "Stanley, who is the
murderer?"
Stanley lowered his eyes, "It's dead."
"The killer is dead?" Sam's eyes widened.
Stanley nodded his head.
Seeing that he didn't seem to be telling a lie, Sam lowered his head and breathed a huge sigh of relief,
and muttered, "That's a pity, are you still going to look into your parents' car accident?"
"No." Stanley pursed his lips.
Lily was already dead, and naturally he didn't have to be investigating further.
What he should consider was his relationship with Violet.
With the hatred between him and her, they could not return to the intimacy as before.
When Sam heard that, he felt relieved, but in the next second, he felt nervous again.
"I won't look into the matter of Mom and Dad, but I'll continue to look into the matter of Grandpa's
suicide." Saying that, Stanley turned around, his eyes fixed on Sam, "Uncle Sam, when grandpa
committed suicide, it was at the old mansion, and you were at the old mansion, you would know
something I don't know, right?"
"How could that be!" Sam sheepishly averted his eyes and hastily denied it aloud, "Your grandpa
committed suicide suddenly and revealed absolutely nothing about it before, how could I possibly know
anything about it?"
"Is that so?" Stanley obviously didn't believe him, his gaze still locked on him.
Sam was quite uncomfortable by his look, afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold up to his aura and end
up revealing something, so he hurriedly found an excuse to leave.
Stanley didn't stop her, his eyes dimmed as he watched Sam's departing figure, his hand stuck in his
trouser pocket slowly clenched.
He could see that Sam had lied.
Sam must have known the reason for his grandfather's suicide, he just did not tell the truth.
And it seemed like Grandpa killed himself because of Sam.
As he thought, cold air spilled around Stanley's body.
Whatever the truth was, he was going to find it out.
Stanley turned his gaze back and continued to survey the room.
He was in the room for almost an hour before he locked the door and went out.
After going out, Stanley didn't go downstairs to leave, but went to his Grandpa's room.
Grandpa's room, like Mom and Dad's, had been closed since his death, and it was covered in dust and
cobwebs.
But it was much less than his parents' room, and there were clear footprints and handprints.
Someone would have come in before him.
It was either Sam or Ivan, who probably came to look for clues to the will, but ended up with no
success.
Thinking of that, Stanley snorted and walked over to his grandfather's desk.
There were still quite a lot books and materials on the desk. Stanley casually flipped through them, and
suddenly his pupils shrank, and in one of the books, he saw a letter that read: to Staley.
"Grandpa left this to me?" Stanley murmured incredulously.
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