True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 937

"Heinz, calm down." Timothy also came over, looked at Lawrence and Heinz, and then said, "You must trust that Officer Charm will discover the truth. Your father is probably high- strung now. Your father loved Candace. He is devastated by her death. There's no use forcing him. If he doesn't want to tell us anything, we can't force him."

Heinz naturally understood that there was no point in coercing him, but he wanted to know the truth. He wanted to know if his father actually killed his mother-in-law or not.

He was unwilling to accept that his father had killed Candace.

That was why he kept asking the question. Then, he earnestly looked at Jensen.

Jensen instantly understood what Heinz was thinking. He comforted him and said, "Heinz, don't worry. I have already said that I will investigate this case thoroughly. I will not wrongly accuse Uncle Jones and we have to seek justice for Candace."

Everyone could understand Heinz's mood.

No one dared to be careless. It was a matter of

life and death.

Grace, who had not said anything, stood in a corner and watched them from a distance. She knew what Heinz was thinking. It was just that it was her deceased mother lying in bed and she was partially to blame for this.

If her mother had not been imprisoned there, perhaps everything would have been different. Perhaps, her mother would not have committed suicide. Heinz was probably thinking the same thing.

At that time, Grace was extremely upset. She regretted arguing with her mother. If she hadn't, would her mother have committed suicide?

"I did not kill her, but she died because of me." She could understand this feeling, and Heinz was probably feeling the same as well at that moment.

She had the same exact feeling as he did.

She should not have imprisoned her mother there.

However, both she and Heinz made the decision to keep her there. Therefore, she could not let Heinz bear the responsibility alone. They came to bear this outcome together, so she walked towards Heinz. As soon as she reached his side, she opened her mouth and said, "Heinz, I know what's going through your head right now, but my mother is already dead. I don't blame you. You don't have to feel guilty regardless of who killed my mother. This is part of life. Let's take it easy."

"No!" Heinz shook his head. "I have an unshirkable responsibility. If I hadn't imprisoned her, she would not have killed herself."

"But the reason you kept her here was because she had to receive treatment." Grace looked at Heinz and said, word by word, "If it wasn't for the fact that you had helped her, by replaceing a doctor to treat her, she would have died long ago."

The more Grace talked, the more guilty he felt.

He felt as if he had let Grace down.

At that moment, Grace was not mad at him. However, Heinz did not feel the same way.

He looked at his father and demanded, "Did you kill Candace?"

However, Lawrence did not say anything.

He had made it clear that he did not want to answer his question. He just stared at his son.

"Jensen, take him away." Grace said, "Please investigate this matter thoroughly. Don't wrong him. Just seek the truth."

"I will." Jensen promised. "Alice and Lowell are on their way. Can they see her one last time?"

It was not until then that she realized that she was not the only child.

She had a younger brother and a sister.

She wiped her face and looked at Jensen as she said, "Yes, I would like them to see her one last time. However, will Lowell be frightened from the situation?" Alice was already old enough to know about death, but Lowell was still young.

After Grace was done speaking, everyone looked at each other in dismay.

Lawrence also looked at Grace. It seemed that he was a little worried. He looked at Grace eagerly and shook his head.

Grace asked him, "Are you trying to tell me that you don't want Lowell to see her?"

Lawrence nodded in a humble manner.

After that, she added, "You did not kill my mother, right? She ended her own life. Am I right?"

This time, he remained silent.

He twitched his lips as if he was smirking at Grace. It also seemed like he was looking at her. His eyes had drifted to other places.

Heinz grew agitated and he grabbed Lawrence by his collar. Unexpectedly, his hand was stained by the blood on his father's shirt.

It was Candace's blood. It was still a little damp

on his shirt.

Heinz frowned and his eyes turned red. "Whenever we say that you did not kill her, you refuse to say anything. Does this mean that you killed her?"

Lawrence remained silent.

"Heinz, let go of him." Jensen stepped forward and asked him to let go of Lawrence. "Don't ask. I have a way."

Heinz still maintained his hold on Lawrence's collar and refused to let him go.

At the moment, Grace said, "Lowell and Alice don't want to come here. We'll let them see her at the funeral parlor when she's all cleaned up. I am their older sister, and I have the final say. If they want to blame anyone, let them blame me."

This scene might leave a lasting impression on their minds forever. Grace did not want them to be traumatized.

"That's fine." Jensen nodded and agreed. "Alice, let's talk about it when we go to the funeral house later." "Okay then." Grace nodded.

Jensen nodded and said to his subordinate, "Lilian, take Mr. Jones to the police station. Take good care of him. The body will be sent back to the mortuary for an autopsy." "Yes, Sir!"

Lawrence was about to be taken away.

However, Heinz was still grabbing onto Lawrence's collar and he said seriously in a low voice, "I'll ask you one more time. Were you the one who killed Candace?" Lawrence smiled contemptuously and didn't resist.

The policeman said to Heinz, "Mr. Jones, let go of Lawrence's shirt. We have to take him back to the police station. Leave everything to us."

Heinz had no choice but to let go.

He looked at Lawrence who was in front of him. He knew that Lawrence was angry.

Lawrence was angry because he knew that Heinz should not have imprisoned Candace.

Heinz was also full of remorse, but it was too late.

Lawrence was then taken away.

Heinz stood at the door as he watched the police put Candace's body in a body bag and carried it away.

He did not move at all. He was like a statue, completely petrified.

Grace went forward and reached out to hold Heinz's hand. Only then did she realize that his palm was as cold as ice.

She subconsciously looked up at Heinz.

Heinz looked back at Grace. The remorse was evident in his eyes.

"It's not your fault," Grace said again. "It's all fate. Even if we did not lock her up in here, she would not have been able to receive treatment for her disease. Don't blame yourself, alright?"

"I'm sorry, Grace." Heinz apologized.

He felt very uncomfortable when he said those words. He felt as if he was suffocating.

Grace shook her head and looked at him encouragingly. "We had good intentions by locking her in here. It was so that she could receive treatment. Blame them for being too ruthless. Now, everything is over. We have to cheer up."