Chapter 1213:

The room plunged into chaos when a doctor and a psychologist arrived almost simultaneously — one sprinting to the bed while the other turned his full attention to Kristen. Under the psychologist’s steady guidance, she slowly began to calm, her shaking eyes drifting toward the bed where a dark pool of blood had soaked through the sheets and spilled onto the floor.

The doctor working on Ares eventually slowed, then stopped altogether, grimly shaking his head at the inner circle members crowding the doorway.

Ares — the infamous maverick of the arms empire — had suffered a sudden and brutal death in the very bed where he should have been safest.

“Oh my God… Dad!” Kristen sobbed, her voice shattering as reality finally began to sink in.

The psychologist gently rubbed her back and spoke in a calm, measured tone. “Tell me what happened,” he said softly. “Who killed Mr. Fowler?”

To everyone present, Kristen had always been Ares’s most treasured possession — the beloved daughter who shared an unbreakable bond with her father. No one in that room suspected her.

Now fully conscious, Kristen knew better than to reveal her own involvement. Fear wrapped tightly around her chest, and between shaky breaths, her eyes kept darting toward Carter, who stood nearby in visible confusion. Slowly, she raised a trembling finger and pointed directly at him.

“It was Carter,” she said weakly.

“What? No — absolutely not!” Carter shot back immediately. “I heard the gunshot and ran in. By the time I arrived, Kristen had already fired!”

The head of security looked back and forth between them. “Are you claiming that Kristen killed her own father?”

“Yes!” Carter said firmly. “She must have suffered some kind of traumatic relapse. God knows what VS did to her — whatever it was, it damaged her mind enough to drive her to this!”

𝖳𝘳e𝗻𝗱𝘪𝗇𝗴 𝗇o𝗏𝗲𝗹ѕ on 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗇𝗈𝗏e𝘭s.с𝘰𝘮

“I didn’t do this! It wasn’t me!” Kristen cried, over and over. “I came here only to see my father — nothing more! I swear, I didn’t kill him!”

At that moment, a keen-eyed bodyguard bent down and lifted the abandoned handgun using a cloth, studying it with careful attention. His expression shifted abruptly as he looked toward Carter — disbelief flashing across his features, quickly followed by open suspicion.

“This firearm is from Eshea,” the bodyguard said flatly. “Their weapons carry serial numbers unlike ours — and only one person here could have brought it inside.”

Carter’s mind went blank. The weapon was unmistakably his, yet in his relief and excitement after boarding the plane, he hadn’t noticed it was gone. It was supposed to be locked inside his gun case — so how had it ended up in Kristen’s hands?

He spun toward Kristen, who was being restrained by two maids, still crying. “You stole my gun on the plane — it was you!”

Kristen shook violently but said nothing, only sobbing — and that silence spoke volumes. No one would easily accuse Ares’s cherished daughter of patricide. She would never destroy her own life willingly.

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