Chapter 459: Just an End
Every question from Terrence Sterling was crucial and full of doubts. Meredith sat beside him, not interrupting, leaving the matter to Terrence Sterling. She trusted him to handle it well.
Liam Michaelson said, "We had doubts about these issues too. According to Derek Donnelly, he got the poison from a friend he met at a club. Due to the time gap, he had an alibi and cleared himself of suspicion."
Liam Michaelson continued, "This Derek Donnelly likes watching detective shows and has some counter-surveillance skills. Justin had marks on the back of his head from being hit with a stick. He was knocked unconscious by Derek Donnelly, then force-fed alcohol and pushed off the rooftop. The video provided by eyewitnesses shows that Justin was unconscious at the time."
Every doubt was reasonably explained. Terrence Sterling asked no more questions. Fiona Woods and Justin's cases were linked, and Derek Donnelly alone could take all the blame.
Although Derek Donnelly was responsible for everything, it was unknown if there was someone behind him. Terrence Sterling thought about Ethan Channing but couldn't figure out his role in this matter. Fiona Woods and Justin seemed to have no direct connection with Ethan Channing.
As they left the police station, Meredith and Terrence Sterling encountered Mr. Thatcher and Mrs. Thatcher at the entrance. Mrs. Thatcher was crying, and Mr. Thatcher was scolding her, "Why are you crying? We didn't get a penny, and now we have to hire a lawyer. Where will we get the money for that?"
"Ainsley is gone. He was your son. How can you be so heartless?" Mrs. Thatcher cried, "You drove him away; otherwise, this wouldn't have happened."
"Blaming me now? What does it have to do with me? He ran off without a word, and we couldn't find him. He abandoned his parents. Such an unfilial son is being punished by heaven..."
"Mr. Thatcher, aren't you afraid that Justin will haunt you in your dreams for saying that?" Meredith couldn't hold back any longer and scolded him, "Justin's body isn't even cold yet, and you're thinking about compensation money. Can you spend your dead son's money with a clear conscience?"
Seeing Terrence Sterling beside Meredith, Mr. Thatcher backed down. Terrence Sterling stood there with an imposing presence without needing to show anger. Mr. Thatcher, being a bully who feared the strong, knew he couldn't match up to the younger man.
Mr. Thatcher fell silent, and Meredith didn't want to waste more words on him. Mrs. Thatcher shamelessly asked, "Mrs. Sterling, can you help with Ainsley's funeral? He grew up in the capital and isn't familiar with his hometown. He wouldn't be comfortable there. Could you arrange for his burial in the capital?"
Mr. Thatcher remained silent, eager for Meredith to handle the funeral expenses he neither wanted nor could afford to pay. Meredith had already planned to bury Justin in the capital. "Alright, I'll take care of Justin's funeral."
Thinking of Justin's soft nature and how he wouldn't ignore his parents, Meredith asked Terrence Sterling, "Where's the wallet?"
Understanding her intent, Terrence Sterling fetched the wallet from the car and handed it to her. Meredith took out five thousand dollars and gave it to Mrs. Thatcher, "Take this money for your expenses in the capital until Justin is buried. After that, I'll buy your tickets home."
Knowing Mr. Thatcher's greed, Meredith dared not give too much but ensured their basic needs in the capital out of respect for Justin.
Seeing the money, Mr. Thatcher's expression softened a bit. He said, "Mrs. Sterling, you are Ainsley's true friend. Do you know any lawyers? Please help us hire one to make sure those responsible for Ainsley's death compensate us." To him, money equaled true friendship.
Meredith didn't even glance at Mr. Thatcher as Mrs. Thatcher expressed her gratitude, "Thank you, Mrs. Sterling."
"Take care of yourself," Meredith said before walking towards Terrence Sterling and getting into the car.
Mr. Thatcher continued shouting, "Mrs. Sterling, help us find a lawyer..."