Chapter 1387 - 1389: Who Told You to Do It?

"Godmother had an accident, but my sister and I are fine. I don’t know what happened."

Dinner was made by the servants. The three of them all ate, but only Mrs. Shannon had an accident, while the sisters were perfectly fine.

This inevitably raises suspicion.

James Shannon let out a cold snort and turned his head to instruct the man in black to control everyone in the villa.

Pale-faced and sitting in a wheelchair, Raina Bell’s eyes were red, her body trembling lightly as if utterly terrified, showing a look of worry and fear.

After the doctor’s strenuous emergency treatment, Mrs. Shannon was already fine.

The doctor and nurse sent Mrs. Shannon back to the ward, and James Shannon, with a worried expression, held her hand. Seeing Mrs. Shannon’s pale complexion, James Shannon grew increasingly angry.

......

Suburban Villa.

The moment Thomas Shannon returned, he first went to the hospital to visit Mrs. Shannon. Seeing she was fine, he then headed to the suburban villa.

There weren’t many servants in the villa. Including the bodyguards, there were only fifteen people.

At this moment, these fifteen people stood lined up in the center of the living room, their bodies trembling from nervousness and fear, their heads persistently kept respectfully bowed down.

"Who made last night’s dinner?"

Thomas Shannon sat on the sofa, Harry beside him, his pair of round eyes staring imposingly at the servants.

Three servants stepped forward, "Young Master... it was us."

"Very good." Thomas Shannon coldly hooked the corner of his lips, "Charlie, investigate their relatives and detain them immediately."

The three servants raised their heads in panic and pleaded while crying, "Young Master, please don’t implicate our family; they are innocent!"

"Your family is innocent, but my mother isn’t?" Thomas Shannon kicked the tea table in front of him, producing a loud noise.

The porcelain tea set on the tea table shattered, scattering across the ground.

With a full imposing air, he stood up and approached the three maidservants, looking down at them condescendingly, "One falsehood, one arm. I want to see how many arms your relatives have for me to chop!"

Thud—

The three maidservants were so frightened their legs went weak, their knees dropping straight onto the floor, bones knocking against the floorboards, making a crisp sound.

The maidservant cried profusely, continuously bowing her head onto the floor, "Young Master, I’ll talk, I’ll talk."

Thomas Shannon used the shoe tip to lift the maid’s head, "Who told you to do it?"

"I... I don’t know. Yesterday, while out shopping for ingredients, someone made me do it. He could accurately name all my family members and our home address, even knowing which school my twelve-year-old Little Brother attends and which grade he’s in. He said if I didn’t do as he said, he’d kill my Little Brother..."

"You were worried your Little Brother would be killed, so you tried to kill my mother?" Thomas Shannon sneered, what an idiotic fool!

The maidservant cried heartbreakingly, "Young Master, I know I was wrong. All the mistakes are mine. Please don’t harm my family! That person also said... Madam wouldn’t die, just suffer a little punishment."

Just suffer a little punishment?

Thomas Shannon’s handsome face darkened, and he delivered a swift kick to the maid’s chest, sending her body flying to the ground, forcing a mouthful of blood out.

"Charlie, clean it up."

"Yes, Young Master!"

Soon enough, the maid was taken away, leaving no trace behind.

Thomas Shannon glanced around, looking at all the servants, his voice cold as ice, "Here, collective punishment is enforced. Anyone daring to do such things in the future should weigh carefully how many family members they have."