Alice's eyes widened in shock as she demanded to know what had happened. "What's going on? Why are you having a tough day?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.Charlie's face twisted in anger and hurt. "I was disowned by my father," he spat out the words, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'm no longer a part of the Thompson family. I just want to start minding my own business."Alice's eyes nearly popped out of her head in disbelief. "You mean you're disowned?" she repeated, her voice incredulous. She couldn't fathom how a parent could reject their own child.Charlie nodded, their jaw clenched in frustration. "Yes, that old man disowned me because of that idiot Michael." His eyes flashed with anger, and his voice rose in indignation. "I am very mad right now. I can't believe my father would believe such lies and turn his back on me."Alice's expression softened with sympathy. "Oh, I'm so sorry. That must be really tough for you." She reached out and placed a comforting hand on

"I'm telling you, there's nothing weird, everything was normal aside from Josephine being missing when we got here," Charlie replied, his frustration evident.The detective nodded thoughtfully. "I see. Did your grandfather have any pre-existing medical conditions or diseases he was suffering from?"Charlie furrowed his brow, trying to think. "I don't know if Grandpa had any illnesses he was dealing with. He's a very strong man, aside from his asthma, and he's always carrying his inhaler with him."The detective's eyes lit up with interest. "Asthma, you say? That's important to note. Did he experience any severe attacks recently?"Charlie shook his head. "Not that I know of. He's always been careful with his condition, and Josephine was always there to help him manage it."Detective George nodded sympathetically at Charlie and Alice. "Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, thank you for the information. The doctors will determine the cause of your grandfather's sudden death. My officers are curr

As soon as Leo spotted a nearby restaurant, he pulled into the parking lot and brought the car to a stop. "I'll be back," Charlie said, his voice low and gentle, as he opened the door and stepped out onto the pavement.Despite the lingering pain of his grandfather's sudden passing, Charlie's concern for his wife and unborn child remained unwavering. He pushed aside his grief and entered the restaurant, determined to get Alice the food she needed.As he walked in, the females in the restaurant couldn't help but stare. Whispered comments and admiring gazes followed him, "He's so cute," "Look at those piercing eyes," and "What a charming smile." But Charlie remained focused on his mission, tuning out the distractions and making his way to the counter.His rugged good looks and charming presence commanded attention, but he remained oblivious, his mind fixed on Alice's needs. With a quiet intensity, he placed his order and waited, his eyes fixed on the door, eager to return to his wife's s

Mrs. Thompson approached the group, her footsteps announcing her presence. Fiona, Leo, and Alice turned to face her, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Alice, showing respect, bowed slightly. "Hello, Mother. I'm so sorry for your loss...I pray his soul rests in peace," she said, her voice sincere. Mrs. Thompson's response surprised everyone. Instead of her usual cold demeanor, she smiled warmly at Alice. "Thanks so much, Alice. I hope you're doing well?" she asked, her tone gentle. Alice nodded quickly, "Yes, ma'am." The group exchanged surprised glances, astonished by Mrs. Thompson's unexpected kindness. Her words were laced with a hint of warmth, a stark contrast to her usual icy tone. "That's great, I was sure Charlie would have taken good care of you," she continued, her expression softening. The scene was filled with an air of unexpected warmth and tension, as if the group was holding its collective breath, waiting to see how long this newfound cordiality wo

Leo's eyes blazed with determination as he confronted Detective George. "So what are we going to do? How are we going to find out what happened initially?" he demanded, his voice firm and urgent.Detective George scoffed, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "No matter how smart a criminal is, there's always a trace of them," he replied, his tone confident and experienced.Leo's gaze narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. "So did you have any other evidence?" he pressed, his eyes fixed intently on the detective.Detective George nodded, a small smile creeping onto his face. "Yes, we found something at the scene where Josephine's body was discovered. The person seems to have been wearing a bracelet, which got broken and was left behind. Maybe they forgot it or didn't bother to take it with them."Charlie's eyes widened, her interest piqued. "That's quite interesting," he said, his voice laced with curiosity. "Can you tell us more?"Detective George's eyes sparkled with a hin