Killer, I don't know how he distorted me, but I know... he loved me more than anyone! What he longed for was my true happiness, so he wanted me to hate him, hoping this novel would drive me away... He even deliberately argued with me, but I'm not that foolish... Tell me, Mr. Reynolds. What was my motive for murder in that story?"
Adam told her the truth.
"Exactly. He did this to satirize the consequences of our family's isolation from the outside world, of not showcasing our works. He wanted to use this method to awaken the Harrises. His method was truly biting; those who returned his novel before truly lacked vision! Although he portrayed me in a negative light, I don't blame him. I know he hoped I'd read the novel, become angry, and then leave the Harris household with Aiden. In truth, he deeply loved me, I know this. He did this because he believed I couldn't find happiness in this family, and he wanted me to leave... He often told me: 'Violet, you are different from the rest of our family. You are pure and beautiful, you can only flourish in the sunlight. I cannot allow you to be confined in darkness!' But I loved him. I fell in love with him the moment I saw him, not just because of my sister. I truly loved him..."
"You're just deceiving yourself, Ethan Harris only loved himself!" Ethan suddenly erupted in a furious roar, "Alright, if that's the case, I'll kill all of you!" Then, he raised the knife and lunged at Violet... Adam immediately moved to restrain him, yelling to Miss Violet, "Miss Violet, run! If you truly love Ethan, then take the publishing celebrity who wanted to make Liam Howard a popular suspense novelist, and expressed interest in having our company design promotional posters. While Liam's writing was flamboyant, it lacked substance and was somewhat artificial, so he never really became famous; he can't compare to your husband."
"Actually, many people also believe my husband only gained fame because of his 'novelist detective' moniker, otherwise, he would have achieved nothing. However, Adam is indeed an excellent mystery novelist, I can say that for certain! I've read a few of Mr. Liam's novels; didn't he release a new book recently?"
"You mean The Ghostly Restroom? It wasn't very good, really. It relied entirely on the title to attract readers, but in reality, it was just a lot of supernatural nonsense! European and American mystery novels often like to dabble in the supernatural, which seems to be a characteristic. But your husband's novels sparked a revolution in the mystery genre, leading to the emergence of purely deductive mystery novels. Anyway, enough about that, the steak has arrived."
The next morning.
Fiona held this month's personnel reorganization plan for the upper management, intending to take it to Alexander for review. Entering his office, she found he wasn't there. She placed the documents on his desk and suddenly noticed a piece of paper on it, covered with two names: "Helen" and "Allison." She was immediately puzzled, not understanding what it meant. Had Alexander written this? What was he thinking?
Fiona picked up the paper, examined it closely, sighed, and then put it back down. Regardless of her arrogant demeanor, I was curious and asked Helen who she was. But she refused to tell me. Mr. Reynolds, is that a clue? I've never seen that woman, but I distinctly felt that Helen was very afraid of her..."
"Have you told the police about this?"
"No. At the time, I didn't think it had anything to do with her death. That woman had feet; she wasn't a ghost. How could she be called a non-existent person? But recently, I've started to feel it's a good clue, so... haha, what do you think, Mr. Reynolds? A good clue, right?"
"Are you lying? You really haven't seen that woman?" Adam pressed.
"I swear, I truly saw her... Helen is also dead, and I don't know who that woman is. If you want me to prove it, I really can't!" Daniel Young exclaimed, pounding his chest. "Why don't you believe me either, Mr. Reynolds, I..."
"Alright, I'll tentatively believe you..." He pondered internally: That woman, could it be Sarah Jones?
Meanwhile, in London, Alexander's appearance at Sarah Jones's doorstep startled her. He then said, "Long time no see, Sarah. I'm here to investigate the death of a friend of mine, Helen Lee. Have you seen her?"
"You, you're here about Helen Lee? So you know about that? No, no, don't mention her to me again!" Sarah Jones immediately tried to close the door, but Alexander quickly wedged his foot in and said, "Sarah! Listen to me, this involves three lives!"