Chapter 977
The earth–shattering news stunned Elliot and Lionel simultaneously.
After exchanging a glance, Elliot quickly regained his composure and said, “Alright, I’ll go check out the Nicholls residence. You focus on your tasks.”
“Understood, Mr. Jenkins.”
Jacob bowed respectfully and left.
When Jacob left, Lionel approached Elliot, whispering, “Elliot, Logan and Lance’s teams are still stationed 500 meters from the Nicholls residence. Should we proceed with the arrest?”
Elliot remained calm and assessed, “This situation is suspicious. Let’s hold off for now. Keep them on standby and bring the evidence you’ve gathered, along with the arrest warrant. We’ll act according to my discretion when the time comes.
“Got it.”
Exiting the National Investigation Bureau, they got into their cars and headed to the
Nicholls residence.
The Nicholls residence was in chaos, with servants and bodyguards bustling about.
When Elliot and Lionel arrived, no one greeted them, and the entire mansion was shrouded in a somber atmosphere.
Upon hearing the tragic news, Gabrielle and Marius also rushed home.
Lionel grabbed a passing manservant and asked, “Where’s Mr. Romello?”
“He’s upstairs. Mr. Romello is deeply upset by Madam Nicholls’s passing.”
The two of them immediately headed upstairs, where the third room on the left was crowded with people.
Romello sat on the bed, holding Vanda’s lifeless body, lost in extreme grief.
It was the first time Elliot had seen Romello with swollen eyes, overwhelmed with
sorrow.
Even Marius and Gabrielle were crying, and the atmosphere in the room was extremely
bleak.
Elliot briefly scanned the room and then asked Frank, who was wiping his tears, to step
outside.
Frank obediently followed him, and they walked to the end of the quiet hallway together,
“Mr. Jenkins, Mr. Romello is overwhelmed with grief over the sudden loss of his mother. There may have been some lapses in hospitality. Please forgive us.”
Elliot sighed softly, his obsidian eyes betraying no emotion.
“Please extend my condolences to the Nicholls family for Madam Nicholls’s passing.”
“Of course.
Stepping forward, Lionel chimed in, “Mr. Abbott, can you please tell Mr. Jenkins the full situation? Mr. Jenkins will… investigate accordingly on behalf of the Nicholls family,”
Frank sobbed, wiping away tears with his sleeve, recalling the events.
“The servant went to Madam Nicholls’s room this morning to deliver breakfast and discovered what had happened to her. Madam Nicholls was kind hearted and adored by her children. She lived a happy life, so suicide is out of the question.
“And just now, Mr. Romello checked her body. There were no obvious external injuries or fatal wounds. Her lips were bruised with a faint purple hue, indicating poisoning for sure. Mr. Jenkins, please check the matter for Mr. Romello and Madam Nicholls.
Elliot frowned, and his expression turned serious,
Even so, he remained silent.
Lionel stepped forward and asked, “The top floor of the Nicholls residence is always locked. If Madam Nicholls didn’t commit suicide, who could have entered?”
Frank pondered for a moment and replied, “Madam Nicholls rarely left her room, so this matter should be easy to investigate. Normally, only a few servants deliver meals, so it might be related to the kitchen.”
Elliot ordered, “Gather all the servants who routinely deliver meals, the chefs, and those responsible for purchasing fruits and vegetables in the garden. I want to question them together.”
After that, he adjusted his uniform sleeves before turning to descend the stairs.
Frank obediently followed him.
Lionel stood at the door of Vanda’s room, taking another glance inside before sigling
and catching up with Elliot’s footsteps.
