My Husband’s Heir Cost Him His Own Daughter Chapter 24

My Husband’s Heir Cost Him His Own Daughter Chapter 24

The nearby gardeners and servants lowered their heads, their reluctant assent barely a whisper.

“Yes.”

“Good. Then clean this up! Get rid of this filthy mess!”

The workers began to gather their tools.

Carter didn’t move.

He stared at the bloodstains, the scene from that day playing over and over in his mind.

A terrifying thought began to take root.

What if Amelia had never touched Savannah?

What if she had just been trying to get her book back?

What if she had never intended to harm anyone?

What if, from the very beginning, Savannah had been lying?

Carter tried to push the thought away.

But the blood at his feet was irrefutable evidence.

Amelia’s pride. Her desperate explanations. The look of utter despair in her eyes as she fell. All the details he had dismissed now coalesced into a single, horrifying truth.

“Carter, breakfast is ready. Why are you still standing out here?”

Savannah came over, reaching for his arm.

He turned to look at her, and the coldness in his gaze stopped her short.

He asked, his voice low and deliberate, “Savannah, tell me the truth. On the day of the polo match, did Amelia actually try to hurt our son?”

The color drained from Savannah’s face.