A hint of sorrow lingered in his eyes, but that was all. His reaction wasn't surprising. Had Harvey been devastated by Roberta's death, he wouldn't have stood idly by all these years while Talia tormented her.

Clive signaled to Gerald, who stepped forward and briefly recounted the day's events. Someone had stolen poison from the pharmacy, and Roberta had been poisoned. They had gathered to seek justice and find the culprit.

Gerald continued, "Two prime suspects have emerged: Ms. Kayla and Mrs. Walsh."

Myra immediately protested, "That's bullshit! Kayla couldn't have done it! Which of you said that? Come forward!"

Gerald fell silent, lowering his gaze and retreating behind Clive. Talia clicked her tongue. Though older than Myra, she was Harvey's sister-in-law and Myra's relative.

Addressing Myra directly, Talia said, "Myra, you need to discipline your daughter! Felicia's been spouting nonsense, accusing us of murder! Look at these wounds on our foreheads—she inflicted them!"

Myra sighed, "Felicia again! We can overlook her usual bickering, but accusing us of murder?" She lost her temper, yelling, "Can't you just be quiet? Are you only satisfied after causing a scene?" Felicia remained silent, wiping blood from her hands with a tissue, seemingly oblivious. Myra covered her face, murmuring, "What have I done to deserve this?" Dexter's absence left her without support.

Sebastian spoke calmly, "What about their motives and evidence?"

Before Felicia could answer, Harvey, agitated, defended Talia. "Stop slandering Talia! My wife would never do such a thing. She was always kind to Roberta!"

Felicia chuckled. Talia hadn't been kind to Roberta; she'd been kind to Harvey, ignoring his infidelities and directing her anger towards Roberta and her illegitimate child. Harvey's defense was unsurprising; he'd never cared about Roberta or her mother, only his own pleasures. He likely enjoyed watching women fight for his attention.

He sneered, "It looks like you killed my daughter and are trying to frame someone else!"

Felicia rose, tossing aside the tissue. As accusing glares fell upon her, she produced a voice recorder. Talia and Kayla's expressions shifted. Felicia pressed play.

Rustling sounds filled the room, followed by a slap and Talia's vicious voice: "Did you not hear me, you dirty wench? Steal the poison from the top shelf! Add it to her drink! Or I'll release those videos of you being assaulted! You'll live in the shadows forever! Hahaha..."