Firstly, Mr.


    Wagner.


    He made severalte-night visits to the estate alone before your fathers incident.


    He ims these were for urgent business, yet this pattern is uncharacteristicpared to his usual activities.


    Remington interjected thoughtfully, Is there anyone else? There is also your fathers private secretary, Mr.


    Weiss.


    During that time, he was in frequentmunication with some unidentified parties.


    The precise motives behind these contacts remain unclear.


    With a subtle shift of his gaze, Remingtonmanded, Immediately intensify surveince on these two individuals.


    Ensure they remain unaware of our scrutiny. Yes, Mr.


    Lyons, Conor affirmed, receiving the directive before making his exit.


    Just then, Rodrigo approached, his demeanor turning stern as he ryed a message.


    Mr.


    Lyons, Peterson requests a meeting.


    He ims its urgent and of significant importance.


    Remington mused on Conors recent revtions suggesting Petersons involvement in his fathers affairs.


    The news of Petersons sudden request for a meeting only deepened his suspicion.


    With a raised eyebrow that marked his resolve, he directed, Lets go to the hospital.


    As they journeyed, Rodrigo, seated in the passengers seat, voiced his concerns.


    Mr. Lyons, be wary of Peterson.


    He isnt as straightforward as he appears.


    For Master to value him so much means he has his own schemes.


    Please dont be deceived by him! Remington propped his forehead with a thoughtful gesture, ncing in Rodrigos direction.


    Dont you have your own agenda in this matter? Rodrigo looked a bit awkward as he replied, Thats because… Forget it.


    I wont hold those past small matters against you, Remington interjected, his gaze turning cold.


    But if this happens again, I wont keep you around.


    Yes! I understand, Mr.


    Lyons! At the hospital, inside Petersons ward, Peterson sat alone on the hospital bed, his fingers unconsciously tapping the edge.


    Hearing footsteps outside the door, he quickly adjusted his expression to appear weak yet curious.


    The door was gently pushed open, and Remington, d in a neatly tailored suit, stepped inside. Peterson, I heard you wanted to see me? Remington asked, his tone carrying a hint of imperceptible sternness.


    Remington.


    I heard… Father has been murdered? Peterson began, his voiceden with hesitancy as a subtle, hard-to-detect tremor flickered across his eyes.


    Remington settled into the chair beside the bed, his expression unreadably calm.


    How did youe to know of this? Hannah visited earlier.


    She inquired about several matters and disclosed the news to me, Peterson replied, his gaze lifting to meet Remingtons.


    Remington, although weve had our differences, something struck me after hearing about the incident, and I feltpelled to share it with you.


    Remington, naturally wary of Peterson, leaned back slightly, indicating for him to continue.


    The room fell silent for a moment, as if Peterson was gathering his thoughts before he spoke again.


    Father… he recently made a will.