From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen - Chapter 216: Chapter 216

The man only hesitated briefly upon seeing the photo, then quickly recovered. "Oh, so her name's Christina? I don't know her. Just talked to a stranger, doesn't break any laws."
Paisley replied, "Talking to a stranger doesn't break the law, but stealing my hair and blood samples for her—that's not right."
Yet, even with that, the man remained calm. "How do you prove that's your hair and blood?"
At this point, Paisley had to admit she was impressed by this man's mental fortitude.
It was clear he was dead set on distancing himself from Christina.
Not only had he helped Christina kill, but he was also defending her as if she were his enemy—someone he needed to kill as soon as possible.
Suddenly, Paisley's mind flashed back to the conversation she had earlier with Emery while eating.
Christina had deliberately misled her but had to call the police. And this man not only defended Christina but also treated her as an enemy.
The two things seemed unrelated, but in some strange way, they felt connected. Then, a theory popped into Paisley's head.
"Brittany is your daughter, right?" asked Paisley.
The man's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "What are you talking about? I don't have a daughter."
Paisley ignored his denial and continued, "Brittany is your daughter with Christina. You took my genetic samples to help Brittany do a paternity test with my biological father."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't take your genetic samples."
"You helped Christina kill me so there wouldn't be any future problems."
The man's breathing quickened. "I killed you because I couldn't stand you. I just wanted to kill you, it has nothing to do with anyone else—nothing to do with Christina or Brittany."
Paisley smiled faintly and told Linna, "Pull out a few of his hairs."
"Okay." Linna stepped forward and grabbed the man's hair.
The man panicked, shaking his head frantically. "What are you doing? What do you want?"
"We're taking your hair to do a paternity test with Brittany." Paisley's voice was soft, but there was no room for argument.
"What paternity test? What paternity test? Let go of me!"
Despite the man desperately twisting his head, it couldn't stop Linna from yanking a handful of his hair out.
The force was so strong that blood started to seep from the man's scalp.
"Ah, it's bleeding." Linna turned to Paisley with a wicked grin. "Teacher, want me to collect a blood sample while we're at it?"
Paisley nodded in agreement. "Sure, both methods will make it more reliable."
With that, Linna grabbed a cotton swab and stabbed it into the man's scalp.
"Let go of me!" The man struggled violently, his once solid mental defense beginning to crack.
Watching the vicious woman collect his hair and blood samples into sealed bags, just like he had done with Paisley's, the man's eyes turned bloodshot, and he broke down shouting, "No! No! Don't do it!"
"Why not?" Paisley asked, "Is it because you don't want Brittany to know what a failure of a father you are?"
The man looked at Paisley, his eyes filled with hatred but tinged with desperation. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just don't want you to involve innocent people. If you want to punish me, just send me to the police.
"I'll confess. It's me, I wanted to kill you, and it has nothing to do with anyone else."
Paisley already knew what she needed to know; this man no longer held any significance for her.
"No need to keep pretending. As long as I have your samples, once we do a test with Brittany, the results will be obvious. And by the way..." She looked at the man and began to attack his heart.
"You and Christina's plan won't work. Brittany will never become the heir of the Godard family. I've already reconciled with my biological father three days ago."
"You..." The man's eyes widened in fury, trying to read a lie in Paisley's expression. But he couldn't see anything—there was not even the slightest trace of deceit.
Slowly, his mental defense collapsed entirely. He slumped there, his face gray, staring into space as if lost in thought.
Having learned what she wanted to know, Paisley lost interest in staying any longer.
"What should we do with this guy, Teacher?" Linna asked.
Paisley thought for a moment, about to suggest handing him and the evidence over to the police. Behind her, the man muttered a chilling whisper.
"What did you say?" Paisley turned to look at the man, listening carefully to what he was saying.
The man lowered his head but raised his eyes. From Paisley's perspective, it looked quite terrifying.
"She's right. You deserve to die. You all deserve to die..."
On the way back, Paisley kept thinking about the man's final words, 'You all? Who were he talking about?'
The more she thought about it, the more it made her feel suffocated, as if something was blocking her chest, making her uncomfortable.
She decided to pull over to the side of the road and called Max. After three rings, the call was answered.
"Paisy, what's going on?" Max smoothly switched from calling her Ms. Sutton to Paisy.
At first, Paisley had felt a little awkward, but once she remembered he was her legally adopted brother, she accepted it.
"How much do you know about my mother's murder?" asked Paisley.
Actually, it would have been best to call Tyson directly, but Paisley didn't want to disturb his recovery, so she called Max instead.
Max on the other end of the line seemed surprised. "Hold on."
After a few footsteps and the sound of a door opening and closing, Max's voice came back. "Why are you asking this?"
"I just wanted to know." She didn't immediately explain further.
Max, however, didn't hold back and told her everything he knew. "Your adoptive father only regained his memories a few years ago. When he went back to look for your mother, that's when he found out she was murdered.
"It's been over twenty years, so a lot of the details are incomplete. We also learned some information from the Beaumont family and the old detective who worked on the case.
"The incident happened at night. It was likely when your mother was on her way home after her late shift. Unfortunately, surveillance wasn't widespread back then, and the criminal investigation methods were limited, which is why they still haven't caught the killer."
"Didn't the killer leave any evidence or clues?" Paisley pressed.
"The police found some skin tissue and hair from the killer under your mother's fingernails," Max answered.
"So, the police have the killer's DNA sample, right?"
"In theory, yes. But DNA testing was still in its infancy twenty-five years ago, so they couldn't identify the killer using that technology."
Holding the sealed bag with the man's hair and blood samples, Paisley's heart pounded loudly.