Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 577: The Warner Family’s Affair

It was clear the woman was very housewifely. Though the house was small and filled with many things, everything was overall clean and tidy.

The walls were covered with the children’s certificates of achievement, and the corners were stacked with their toys.

It was evident that although the family wasn’t wealthy, they lived a happy life.

Franklin Sutton inquired a lot from Gabriel Armstrong’s wife, learning about how the couple met and got married.

This included that their son had once suffered from leukemia but had since recovered.

Regarding their finances, Mrs. Armstrong mentioned that they sold their house in the city to pay for their son’s treatment, which is why they moved back to their hometown.

"It’s almost five, my child is about to be dismissed from school. I might need to pick them up. Why don’t you all wait here at home, and stay for a simple dinner before leaving? Besides, it seems you are here to see Gabriel. He doesn’t get off work until six."

Upon hearing this, Franklin Sutton did not hesitate: "Then we’ll trouble you, sister-in-law. We’ll step out for some errands and be back later."

After Mrs. Armstrong left, they stood downstairs while Franklin Sutton analyzed the clues they had gathered: "From what I know, Gabriel Armstrong’s family was not well off. His parents died early and he never held a proper job after coming of age. Plus, his records show he had dabbled in drugs, so there shouldn’t have been much money left. After being released from prison, he worked at LL Club, where the salary shouldn’t be enough to buy a house in the city within a few years, right? His wife just said the house was bought before they got married, so where did the money come from?"

The young apprentice immediately chimed in, "The one who hired him to commit the crime, of course."

Franklin Sutton chuckled and tapped the apprentice’s head: "You’ve matured. It seems we’re getting closer to the truth."

Shane Warner remained silent. To him, the truth was now quite elusive.

He wished to explore it, but feared the truth might be unsatisfying.

Another policeman noted, "I believe bank statements can only be checked up to two years back? Tracing the transfer records might be difficult, we might have to rely on him to confess."

Gabriel Armstrong’s workplace wasn’t far from home. His wife said he got off at six thirty, and he returned home a few minutes after.

Seeing Franklin Sutton and the others in his home, Gabriel Armstrong was clearly surprised and froze by the door after opening it.

The woman cooking in the kitchen came out and explained, "Honey, these gentlemen are here to ask you some questions."

Gabriel Armstrong nodded, watching his two children playing with the guests. He shooed the kids away, saying, "Go to your room and do your homework."

Franklin Sutton put down the phone-playing girl sitting on his lap, greeting him with a smile, "Mr. Armstrong, we meet again."

Once the children were gone, Gabriel Armstrong lowered his voice and asked them, "What exactly do you want?"

Franklin Sutton replied, "We just want Mr. Armstrong to tell us everything you know."

Gabriel Armstrong retorted, "Didn’t I already tell you this morning? I don’t know those two people!"

The young apprentice pressed on, "But as we understand, your son once had a serious illness, costing you tens of thousands in total. He continued medication afterward, totaling almost a hundred thousand, right? You didn’t borrow money from anyone, and even if you earn ten thousand a month, after household expenses and school fees for two kids, there wouldn’t be much left. So where did the money come from?"

Gabriel Armstrong avoided eye contact and responded, "I sold the house in the city."

The young apprentice immediately followed up, "Then where did the money to buy that house come from?"

Gabriel Armstrong was stumped and couldn’t answer for a moment.

The young apprentice continued asking, "The city house, even if in the worst location, would still cost at least a million. You’ve been working at LL Club since getting out of prison, and even if you didn’t spend a penny, you wouldn’t have saved that much in just two or three years. So, was this money obtained through unlawful means?"

Hearing this, Gabriel Armstrong immediately denied, "No!"

Franklin Sutton questioned, "Then who gave it to you?"

Gabriel Armstrong swallowed, his expression noticeably anxious.

Franklin Sutton continued, "If you voluntarily confess now, I can consider you uninformed, the uninformed are blameless, and we won’t do anything to you. But if we find out on our own that you’re connected to this, you’re considered an accomplice. I doubt you want to leave your wife and children and go back to jail, right?"

Gabriel Armstrong hesitated, looking at them, "Please, let me go. I just want to live a peaceful life. I’ve turned over a new leaf and haven’t done anything harmful again. Please don’t trouble me."

The young apprentice pressed, "Did that person forbid you to speak?"

Gabriel Armstrong was visibly terrified, pressing his lips tightly and saying nothing, clearly caught by the apprentice.

Shane Warner didn’t know who that person was or how they managed to cover things up so well.

Breaking his silence, Shane Warner spoke calmly to Gabriel Armstrong, "You must remember these two young masters of The Warner. The person who ordered you must also have a high status, and it’s understandable you’d be afraid of him."

Gabriel Armstrong looked at Shane Warner, tentatively asking, "Are you... the Third Young Master?"

Shane Warner nodded and continued, "I can ensure your family’s safety, so speak freely, no one will dare touch you."

With a frown and a sigh, Gabriel Armstrong spoke with a hint of regret, "I should never have gotten involved in The Warner’s affairs."

Perhaps reassured by Shane Warner’s protection, Gabriel Armstrong felt confident enough to sit down and explain everything in detail: "I really didn’t know the person who approached me. I just remember he was about thirty years old. He seemed to be sent by someone else, not the mastermind of this matter, and only gave me five million to tamper with Second Young Master Warner’s car. I was indeed short on cash then. My mother was bedridden, and Lingling had been waiting for me all those years, yet I couldn’t provide for her. So, tempted by that sum, I agreed."

Franklin Sutton asked, "Do you remember what that person looked like?"

Gabriel Armstrong recalled, "He was thin, about my height, wore glasses, with a prominent mole on the left side of his mouth. That’s the part I remember most clearly, not much else."

Franklin Sutton continued, "Did this person say anything else to you at that time?"

Gabriel Armstrong replied, "He just instructed me to act once I got Vincent Warner’s car keys, saying they’d handle the surveillance. He warned me never to tell anyone afterward. Over the years, I’ve lived in anxiety. When I saw the news about that silver car sinking into the river, I felt like the culprit. The police questioned me but I dared not say anything. They must’ve had someone remove the parking lot footage, so they didn’t trace it back to me. I thought that after all these years, no one would ask about it again."