Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1704

Chapter 1704: He wouldn’t let anyone—even the law—tell him otherwise.

Exhuming a newly buried body just to quench curiosity was something Zoren would do even without the grieving family’s consent. That didn’t matter, though. What mattered to him was knowing whether he had put the man to death or if it was pure coincidence.

Another night came, and Zoren idled on the balcony of his room. He stared out, watching the black panther run around the vast lot surrounding the residence.

On the small round table before him was a half-filled bottle of wine and an untouched wine glass. In his hand, meanwhile, were the lab reports about the tests done on the body. There was a high possibility that they could no longer trace the poison in the lawyer’s system, but he hoped they could. After all, the man had a heart attack and crashed, dying even before he could be put into a coma.

The tests had been done not long after the funeral.

Unless the poison left the human body’s system fast, the results would be nothing.

But it wasn’t like that.

Zoren read the lab reports again, his eyes focusing on just one part: positive.

"Does this mean if the person who ingested it dies instantly, the poison will leave traces?" he whispered to himself, rocking his head as he thought about it. "Putting the victim into a coma still keeps him functioning. Hence, I assume it’s how the poison leaves their bodies."

It was a mere theory he came up with since he had been thinking about it since he first heard of it. Perhaps Mint, with this added information, was also coming up with the same theory. Zoren heard she had been investigating it, but she often reached a dead end.

"That means..." he trailed off, putting down the document and then picking up the wineglass. When he leaned back, he swirled the wine and stared at it. "... I did put him on death row?"

He stared at the wineglass blankly, wondering what he should feel at this moment. Someone as brilliant as that lawyer had died because of his orders. And yet, he couldn’t feel anything at all. Not guilt, not shame, not even pity.

He waited for any strong emotion to come, but none came.

After a second, he chugged a mouthful of wine. Cocking his head back, he swallowed it in one go, eyes closed.

"Hah..." he breathed out, reopening his eyes as heat immediately lined down his throat.

He gazed down at the documents once again and let out a shallow breath. "Penelope Bennet," he whispered. "She’s the reason, huh?"

Or was he wrong?

Was the lawyer targeted because of something else? After all, the lawyer had quite a reputation as a defense lawyer. He might be the best, but also, the people he had defended were all morally gray. So, that was something to consider.

Zoren idled for a while until he finally decided to pick up the reports and walk back to his room. But instead of going to sleep or resting on the bed, he sat on the couch. He tossed the reports aside and picked up the remote control, turning on the television to watch some news from earlier that day.

He chose one news item in particular: the discussion about Penny’s case.