"Master, your words certainly carry weight."
Damian Quinn immediately spoke respectfully, and the next second, his cold gaze fell on Helios.
Helios felt a chill down his spine and quickly released the tightly bound Walter Coleman.
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"Walter, long time no see!"
Winston Winslow gestured for him to sit down and personally poured him a cup of tea.
"Don’t be nervous, bringing you here is just to ask you about a few things."
Walter Coleman did not accept the tea, his face instantly turning pale, sitting uneasily, eyes full of guilt.
Everyone present was sharp, and Walter’s unusual behavior was naturally not lost on them.
Serena Everett’s extremely beautiful fox-like eyes held a few traces of coldness.
As expected, there was indeed a hidden truth behind the cause of the mistress’s death back then!
"Sir, I wonder what you wish to ask me about?" Walter Coleman took a deep breath and spoke with a pretense of calmness.
Winston Winslow’s sharp gaze fell on him, "About the tragic death of my wife and daughter back then..."
"Sir, why do you want to investigate matters of the past again... wasn’t everything already thoroughly investigated?" Walter Coleman’s face turned even paler, guilty and unable to meet Winston’s eyes, he spoke with difficulty, "Madam and Miss were harmed by Tristan Quinn!"
"Still daring to lie!"
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"It seems only by letting you taste the instruments of the torture chamber will you speak the truth!"
At the mention of the torture chamber, Walter Coleman immediately trembled with fear.
"No... I don’t want to go to the torture chamber..."
If he entered the torture chamber, this frail body of his couldn’t bear such a life worse than death torment!
Lucas’s eyes lacked any warmth as he coldly ordered, "Take him to the torture chamber!"
Yet Winston Winslow raised a hand to stop him, "Lucas, stand down!"
Lucas Laine coldly glanced at Walter Coleman, then obediently retreated behind Winston Winslow.
Upon hearing this, Walter Coleman finally breathed a sigh of relief, his body ceasing to tremble.
Winston Winslow set down the teacup in his hand, his eagle-like eyes tightly fixated on him, "Our Winslow Family has treated you well, and Victoria has been nothing but kind to you all!"
At the mention of Victoria Hughes, Walter Coleman was moved, "Sir, you and madam were truly the best employers we could ever have! Even to us servants, you were polite, madam especially had no airs and never scolded us once, and Miss was so intelligent and adorable..."
Thinking of his beloved wife and adorable daughter, Winston Winslow’s eyes reddened with tears, "They were cruelly taken away without reason, my only wish is to find the murderer, to avenge them!"
"They died so tragically, how can we be at peace without finding the real culprit?"
Listening to Winston Winslow’s heartfelt words, the guilt in Walter Coleman’s heart deepened, finally unable to bear the enormous pressure within, he covered his face and broke down.
Seeing Walter Coleman in such a state, Winston Winslow’s heart tightened fiercely, and his hands hanging by his side clenched tightly, veins bulging.
The murderer of his wife and daughter was indeed not Tristan Quinn... all these years he had hated the wrong person!
"Who was the real murderer that killed my wife and daughter back then?!"
"Back then, I gave false testimony!" Walter Coleman lowered his head in guilt, murmuring, "The one who murdered madam and miss was not Tristan Quinn, but... it was Nyx!