Chapter 513

"They barged in?" Natasha's expression dropped. "Quick! Get

Deone to stop them!"

Before the truth prevailed, she would never allow them to arrest her dad.

"Stop!" Suddenly. Hector yelled at Jack, "Let them in. No one shall stand

in their way!"

"Dad, what are you doing?" Natasha frowned.

"The truth will speak for itself. I have nothing to fear if I didn't comm

it the crime." Hector declared loud and

clear.

"But

"Have you ever given it some thought? If I make a move now, I'll never cl

ear my name." Hector wore a somber

expression on his face. Fighting against Sir Moran's forces could be perc

eived as resisting arrest, or, worse,

staging a revolt. The Harmons could not afford to be accused of this grav

e crime.

"Hector's right. We can't butt heads with them. Tell all the Harmon disci

ples to stand aside!" Jacob yelled.

"Yes, sir." Jack helplessly took the orders. Natasha and the rest were wo

rried, but they were aware of the

importance

of not adding fuel to the fire. Otherwise, the confrontation might spiral

out of control

"Where's Hector Harmon?" The commander, dressed in uniform, marched up to

the doors of the meeting room

with a large number of armed soldiers behind him. These were troopers who

were in service, and their

murderous air sent chills down one's spine.

"I am Hector Harmon. Sir, what are you here for?" Hector calmly greeted t

he commander and his men.

"You sullied Sir Moran's daughter and brutally murdered her! We are under

orders to arrest you for trial!" The

commander announced icily.

"Nonsense! My dad never killed a soul. You must have gotten it wrong!" Ru

th instantly protested.

"Sir, my husband has been a morally upright man. He couldn't have committ

ed such a huge sin. He must have been framed!" Jessica fought for her hus

band.

"That's right! Our patriarch must have been framed!" The family members i

mmediately voiced their support for Hector Harmon, who was known for his

honorable character. No one else in the family could claim to be more

virtuous than Hector.

"Framed him? That's a joke!" The commander's face was taut. "We have soli

d evidence that clears all the doubts. Those who are not involved, please

leave the scene now!"

"Sir, you claimed that my dad is guilty. But where's the evidence? You ne

ed a reason to arrest him, isn't that

right?" Natasha questioned the commander.

He bellowed, "The witness account is clear evidence of Hector Harmon murd

ering the young lady when he

was drunk!"

"A witness can be bought. With money, one can forge a witness statement.

It's pretty common," Natasha

argued. She was displeased by how they wanted to charge Hector over the w

ords of a few witnesses.

"Is a witness' account unreliable? Alright, then! I'll show you some phys

ical evidence!" The commander played

a video on his phone. The angle of the footage resembled that of a survei

llance camera. In the video, one could see a stocky man assaulting a youn

g lady in her prime. First, he sullied her, followed by suffocating her

to death. His actions were inhumane and would incur wrath from anyone.

After choking

the lady to death, the man turned around and showed his face. It was Hect

or Harmon.

"H–how is that possible?" Everyone looked horrified when they saw

Hector in the lootage. They never expected that he was the real criminal

after all! One could buy off witnesses, but it was hard to create physica

l evidence out of thin air! Still, the revelation was too shocking, and e

veryone struggled to process it.

"T–

that's impossible! My dad would never kill someone!" Ruth shook her head

forcefully as the color drained

from her face.

"How did it turn out this way?" Jessica's eyes widened in disbelief.