Just as Lord Hardison had predicted. Madam Layla possessed unparalleled cunning within the village. Given her presence, it would prove challenging for the Turner family to pin their son's demise on the Monore family, unless they had substantial evidence.
"In that case, My Lord, how do you intend to handle this situation? We cannot allow the Young Lord's death to go unpunished. His soul won't find peace without justice for his killer," Butler Geoffrey remarked emotionally, his gaze fixed on Lord Harrison.
"Do you think I'd spare him or them after they took my precious son from me? They took away my own flesh and blood! Think I'd let them live?" Lord Harrison's voice trembled with pain as he stared intensely at Butler Geoffrey.
"T-This... I apologize for my impertinence, My Lord," Butler Geoffrey stammered in response.
"Sigh! It's not your fault, old man..." Lord Hardison's voice resonated with a mixture of emotions.