Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 323: Help Me Kill Someone

Audrey Sutton felt she was always defensively dealing with Clarissa Morgan, so why not take the initiative and grab some dirt on her? Let’s see how she reacts then.

Due to these troubled times, Shane Warner came to pick them up at the bar past nine in the evening.

Barry Barrett was already drunk, and it took a great effort to get him into the car.

The front passenger seat naturally belonged to Audrey Sutton, while the three remaining friends settled in the backseat.

On the way back to campus, Barry Barrett threw up, causing Audrey Sutton to worry about him. She also glanced at Shane Warner’s expression, fearing he might be upset if it soiled his car.

Shane Warner didn’t say much and just pointed his chin toward the tissue box under the windshield. Audrey Sutton quickly handed the tissue box to Flora Lane.

As the car approached the dormitories, they saw crowds gathered at the roadside, with two police cars parked and an ambulance passing by them with sirens blaring.

Audrey Sutton’s eyes lingered on the ambulance, and just as she was pondering something, Flora Lane spoke up from the back, "Something happened again, didn’t it?"

People were crowding at the dormitory entrance, and the police were setting up a cordon. Shane Warner parked the car on the roadside as they couldn’t drive through.

Flora Lane and Seraphina Vaughn helped Barry Barrett out of the car, and Audrey Sutton pushed open the car door to say to Shane Warner, "I’m going to check out what’s happening."

Shane Warner was quite cautious about large crowds, especially mixed with unsafe individuals, so he unbuckled his seatbelt and followed her out.

A police officer was at the scene gathering information. Audrey Sutton spotted her second brother’s friend among the officers and quietly approached him, asking, "Sean, what happened?"

The man called Sean saw Audrey Sutton and pointed upwards, saying, "Jumped off a building. Sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, but chances are slim."

"... It isn’t related to the previous case, right?"

"You mean the girl who died by the lakeside at your school earlier? Shouldn’t be linked. This is a suicide. The previous case is handled by your brother, seems like he’s made some progress, but he hasn’t disclosed much to me."

Audrey Sutton looked at the nearby bushes that were crushed and uneven; a large patch of blood was faintly visible.

Feeling a bit melancholic about the consecutive days of death cases, life suddenly seemed exceptionally fragile.

"Stop looking aimlessly; you’ll have nightmares again tonight." Shane Warner grabbed her wrist and took her away.

Audrey Sutton let out a sigh, sitting in the car while browsing her phone messages.

Seraphina Vaughn’s messages were usually well-informed; news soon spread in the friends’ group chat that a female student from the drama department was involved, stemmed from relationship issues, unrelated to the previous serial killer case.

Though the public was already in a state of high fear, this incident stirred up the campus again, hoping the culprit will be caught soon.

Hospital.

The sound of high heels echoed in the quiet and spacious corridor of the inpatient area at night.

"Click—"

The ward door was pushed open from outside.

A pair of champagne-colored pointed high heels appeared at the door, standing at the edge, peering toward the ward interior.

Two hospital beds were inside the ward, occupied by only one patient.

An old lady, with half-white hair, had an IV and an oxygen tube, her condition seemed not very optimistic.

"Tap—tap—tap—"

The sound of high heels slowly approached the bedside, and the old lady opened her eyes. Upon seeing the visitor, she smiled weakly and said, "... It’s you, little Clarissa."

Clarissa Morgan nodded with a smile, "Aunt, I came to see you."

"Thank you, dear, for visiting me so late."

"Aunt, how have you been feeling these days? Are you better?"

The old lady sighed deeply while looking at the ceiling, "Ah, I fear this body won’t last much longer. I still wanted to see Shane settle down, but now I fear it’s hopeless."

Clarissa Morgan sat by the bedside, holding the old lady’s hand, "Aunt, don’t say that. You’ll get better. By the way, didn’t Shane visit you today?"

"Shane has been busy lately. He came by the night before, around three in the morning, didn’t stay long before saying he had urgent business at the company. He hasn’t visited in the past couple of days."

Clarissa Morgan casually chatted with the old lady for a bit, then turned to leave, so not to disturb her rest. Just outside the ward, she noticed a man in a black hoodie standing by the wall, staring at her.

Seeing the man’s appearance clearly, Clarissa Morgan exchanged glances with him, heading over to the nearby stairwell in the safety passage.

The man followed, closing the door separating the stairwell from the corridor.

Clarissa Morgan: "You dared to run to the hospital? The police are looking for you everywhere."

The man hesitated for a moment before saying, "How did you know it was me?"

Clarissa Morgan chuckled, "Just a guess, but now I’m sure. Honestly, when I heard Diana Dalton died at home, I guessed it was you. Who else would hate her so much?"

The man seemed to recall something, gnashing his teeth, "She deserved to die!"

Clarissa Morgan: "But you’ve implicated yourself too."

The man appeared irritated, leaning against the wall, fetching a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, popping out the last cigarette from the box and tossing the empty box into the trash from afar.

After lighting the cigarette and taking a couple of drags, he looked at Clarissa Morgan, asking, "What are you here for?"

Clarissa Morgan smiled and replied, "I want to help you, of course."

The man scoffed, "Help me? How?"

"Not really help, more like proposing a deal."

The man smoked, looking at Clarissa Morgan with inquisitive eyes.

Clarissa Morgan said, "I could guess it was you, so I believe the police clues have already pinned you down. It might not take long, maybe tomorrow, before you become a wanted criminal. What will happen to your mother in the hospital then?"

The man smoked more fiercely, evidently contemplating the issue currently.

Clarissa Morgan continued, "You’re responsible for three deaths, right? Adding another one wouldn’t change the outcome."

The man paused, "What do you mean?"

Clarissa Morgan’s gaze sharpened, "Help me eliminate someone, and once it’s done, I’ll find someone to care for your mother. I’ll also hire the best doctors for her treatment—all expenses covered by me."

The man looked at her with hesitation, not immediately responding.

Clarissa Morgan: "You’re facing the death penalty whether you stop now or not. Killing one more person makes no difference; it only matters whether you want someone to care for your elderly mother after you’re caught."

After two seconds of silence, the man asked, "Who?"

Clarissa Morgan: "Audrey Sutton. Doesn’t matter how or what means, as long as she’s dead."

The man inhaled deeply, snuffing out his cigarette butt and putting it in his pocket, then sighed, "My mom’s condition isn’t good. If treatment is possible, that’s best. If not... please help with my mom’s funeral. She’s only got me..."

Clarissa Morgan interrupted the man with a chuckle, "Don’t worry, as long as you do what I ask, I’ll definitely handle your mom’s care and funeral."