Speaking of this, she paused a bit sadly before continuing, "My mother was afraid that I might get
depression or autism if I went on like this, so she hired a hypnotist to make me forget it."
In order to prevent her from feeling that there was a gap in the memory, her mother specially asked the
hypnotist to make up a good memory for her, and the illusion that she hated red.
"In other words, I have already remembered everything that happened that day. I said it again! It was
not my mother who killed your parents." Violet looked at Stanley.
"That red car! You tell me it’s not your mother’s car?" Stanley swallowed. His voice was a little hoarse.
Violet closed her eyes and said, "It's not my mother’s car. My mother just happened to drove the same
car with the murderer. That car was a Mercedes-Benz 300, which was the hot-selling model of the year
in J City. Not only my mom bought that car. You can go to the car company to check who those buyers
are."
"Just according to this, you think your mother isn’t the suspect?" Stanley said coldly.
Violet shook her head, "Of course not. It was the day of my elementary school dance competition. My
mother drove to pick me up. On the way, my mother and Eason quarreled because of something, so
she didn't watch the way…. Then she drove over your father's legs."
When Stanley heard this, his face suddenly became extremely cold, "Then you still say..."
"I said she drove over your father’s legs. At that time, your parents had been hit to death. My mother
didn't know it at the time, so she stopped quickly and wanted to save them. But how can she save
already dead people?"
Violet pointed her finger at his chest, "Stanley, tell me how to save the dead people?"
Stanley's thin lips moved but he didn’t speak.
Violet put her hand down, "My mother recognized them as your parents later. She was always sorry
that she couldn’t save them. This is the reason why she went to find your grandfather on October 9th
every year."
"No..." Stanley spit out a word from his thin lips. His face was full of disbelief.
He was unwilling to believe the truth which was completely contrary to what he saw.
Violet said coldly, "No what? You think I'm not right, so you can't accept it?"
Stanley was stunned and then looked at her.
Violet laughed mockingly, "But this is the truth. Your video is real, but the person who filmed it is
obviously has bad intentions. First of all, it’s the car who rammed into your parents and the car my
mother drove. Do you find that that person didn’t take the picture of the license plates of the two cars?"
Stanley's face changed.
Violet said again, "More than that, the red car that hit your parents didn't stop after hitting them.
Instead, it drove away. The person who was filming didn’t continue to shoot the car, but just fixed the
camera on your parents. Later, my mom’s car appeared."
"I just said that when my mom drove over your dad's legs, your parents had already had an accident.
Then why didn't this scene appear in the video? There are two reasons. Either the video was edited or
the scene was not filmed."
These words were like a heavy hammer, which hit Stanley's heart fiercely.
His clenched fists were shaking.
Yes, there were so many loopholes, but he never thought about it.
"In addition, there is another most important doubt. I don't know if you have thought about it." Violet
looked at him.
Stanley said, "Say."
"That's your grandpa. If my mother really killed your parents, do you think your grandpa would let her
go? Why did your grandpa want to accept my mother as his goddaughter?" Violet said with red eyes.
Stanley slumped back on the sofa helplessly, "Sorry..."
He really didn't think about these.
When he saw that video, his sanity was completely controlled by the hatred. He didn't have the mood
to think about those.
It was his fault.
Seeing him like this, Violet felt a little uncomfortable.
But she wouldn’t pity him or sympathize with him.
Because she couldn’t let go of the harm he gave to her during this time.
"What I said is true. If you don't believe it, please check it yourself. According to these loopholes, I think
you should be able to find something out. In addition, I will provide you with a clue about the murderer."
Violet picked up the bag on the sofa and put it over her shoulders.
Stanley raised his head, "What?"
"On one occasion eighteen years ago, I heard my mother say that your grandpa had already found out
the murderer at the time, but she didn't know why he let go of the murderer, and still destroyed all the
surveillance on that road and all red cars at home. There should be few people who can make your
grandpa do this."
After speaking, Violet left.
She knew that he needed to calm down.
She also needed it.
Not long after Violet left, Stanley slammed a fist on the coffee table. His hand suddenly became bloody.
But as if he couldn't feel hurt, he spit out the word from his teeth, "Sam!"
His father was dead, then Sam was the only son of his grandfather. So only Sam could make Grandpa
to do this for him.
Otherwise, why would Grandpa destroy the red cars at home?
Stanley knew that Violet was not talking nonsense.
He also knew about the destruction of the red cars, but he didn't know the reason.
Everything worked out now.
It was Sam who sent someone to kill Stanley’s parents for the inheritance of the Murphy Group.
Because eighteen years ago, Grandpa was sick and retired from the Murphy Group, wanting to let
Stanley’s father inherit the Murphy Group.
Sam had also fought for it back then, but he was suppressed by Grandpa. Then Sam would probably
have a grudge against Stanley’s parents. Because only Stanley’s father died, Sam could be the only
son of the Murphy family. Then only he could inherit the Murphy Group.
But Sam never thought that Grandpa continued to manage the Murphy Group with the illness, and
didn’t give him the Murphy Group. When Stanley became an adult, Grandpa gave him the Murphy
Group.
During this period, Sam protested. But every time he was firmly suppressed by Grandpa.
Stanley had never figured out one thing, which was that Sam could defeat Grandpa several times, but
in the end he would give up. Now, Stanley knew it. Grandpa suppressed Sam with the evidence of
killing his parents.
"Haha..." Stanley raised his arm to cover his eyes, and made a frightening low laugh.
He probably knew what Grandpa's will was.
It was the evidence that Sam killed his parents, so Sam and his family desperately wanted to get the
will.
Well, well! Sam, his family and Grandpa! They were really good!
Stanley's laughter gradually increased, but his laughter was full of sorrow.
He knew that Sam and Ivan were not good people, but he never thought that they were the murderers
of his parents.
Sam was his father's brother! How could Sam kill his little brother!
Of course, it was Grandpa who disappointed Stanley the most.
In order to keep Sam, the only son, he chose to ignore the death of the other son.
No wonder Grandpa would say that he felt most sorry for him when he committed suicide.
"Ah!" Stanley put his hands down from his eyes, and then madly threw all the things on the coffee table
to the ground, as if he was venting his anger.
Crackling.
The glass and porcelain shattered all over the place.
Fraser outside heard it and thought something was wrong. Then he hurried in to check the situation.
"Mr. Murphy, you..." Fraser was stunned. He saw Stanley standing in front of the sofa with his head
down and exuding a breath of depression. Fraser couldn't help but felt a little scared.
"Mr. Murphy, are you okay?" Fraser asked.
Stanley's thin lips moved slightly. His voice was cold without a trace of emotion, "I want to see
Grandpa's assistant."
"Okay, I will make arrangements." Fraser nodded immediately without asking the reason.
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