Chapter 216 Murderer
“Dad! Dad, are you alright?” Yvette shook Russell violently, but the man remained still as though he was dead.
Shocked, she staggered backward. It took her a while before she mustered up her courage to check Russell’s breath.
Two seconds later, Yvette’s face drained of color as she murmured, “Dad’s dead.”
“What? Mr. Actonward is dead?”
“How did that happen? Did someone call for the ambulance?”
The scene became chaotic.
Instantly, Shandie was pinned to the ground.
“Murderer! You murdered Mr. Actonward!”
“Tie her up and send her to jail!”
Yvette couldn’t be bothered to reprimand “Arielle” as she was at a loss.
Her plan was to pull a prank on Arielle and accuse the latter of being rude. She didn’t expect her father would end up dead.
This isn’t part of my plan! Why did this happen?
The Actonward family was a prominent family, but she was the only daughter of her parents. Her mother had passed away due to illness the year before, so if her father ended up dead, the Actonward family would lose its pillar of support.
Besides, the Baker family had just called off her engagement. Hence, she had nowhere else to go.
Without her father’s support, her downfall would arrive soon.
Dejection and fury swamped her instantly.
Suddenly, Yvette felt like choking Arielle to death.
Yes! I shall kill Arielle as she killed my father! I need to take revenge!
At that moment, Yvette had lost her mind.
Her rationality had deserted her. Right now, she wanted to kill Arielle without caring that she might need to serve a sentence for taking someone’s life.
As Yvette leaped to her feet to seek revenge, a clear voice rang out amidst the chaos. “Everyone, please make way. I know some first aid knowledge. The ambulance takes some time to get here, and time is precious. Let me take a look.”
Yvette was shocked to hear that voice.
Isn’t that Arielle? How dare she offer to save my dad? She was the one who killed Dad!
Yvette whipped her head around to glare at Arielle.
When she saw that Arielle was clad in a white evening gown instead of the black dress that she prepared ahead, she was dumbstruck.
Shouldn’t Arielle be wearing the black evening gown which I prepared for her? Why is she wearing a white one?
Wait. If Arielle is wearing white, who was the one in that black dress?
Yvette turned to stare at the girl clad in black, who was now surrounded by the crowd. The girl was cornered and tied up, but her face was still visible.
Wait… Is that Shandie Southall? How could it be? I delivered the dress to Arielle!
So Arielle wasn’t the one who killed Dad. It was… Shandie?
No! That’s impossible! How could that be?
Yvette was still speechless as Arielle made her way over.
Arielle had arrived when Shandie just entered the hall, so she saw everything that happened.
Though she was snickering inwardly, it was still a narrow escape for her.
After all, if she hadn’t thought of investigating Yvette’s family history, she would be accused as the murderer now.
And it wouldn’t be easy to remove the blame pinned on her.
