Jasper got carried towards the coffin, where the bodyguards pushed him to fall on his knees.

“Why did you bring me up here?! Didn't she already admit it?! I have no hand in this! I don't even know who Aimee is. I have no connection to the grievances between them. It was all my mother's doings! I am innocent in all this!"

Jasper kept pleading all about his innocence until they threw a report at his face.

The color drained from his face as he saw the contents of the report.

Panicking, he saw the muzzle of the gun in front of him as he tried to argue against it. He immediately stopped talking and backed up.

Holding the report in his hand, he gritted his teeth and said, “It is true I am at fault. I confess that it was me who planned all the car accidents of Theodore. I devised the plan for the two car accidents. I also tried to assassinate Theodore when he was in a vegetative state."

The crowd once again burst into an uproar. No one expected that Jasper would be so cruel. It was he who had caused a fatal accident on Theodore, not once but twice!

After he finished confessing to his crime, the priest continued calmly, “Next is the last one, and also the most important person in confession."

Without him saying who it was, everyone already had a feeling about the identity of the culprit as they all looked towards Darian standing next to the coffin.

The irritation brewing inside Darian was palpable, surging like a teapot on the brink of spewing steam.

He was caught off guard by Theodore's elaborate scheme, aimed at nothing but dragging his dignity through the dirt.

Driven by fury, Darian's voice rang out.

"Damn it, Theodore! You are going to hell!"

“Bang!" In a split second, a gunshot echoed, a bullet embedding itself just next to Darian's foot. Gasps of shock and shrieks of fear filled the air.

Startled, Ariana shifted her gaze to the shooter.

It was Horace who had fired the shot.

Darian paled at the audacity of the act, his forehead glistening with cold beads of sweat. He looked taken aback, but quickly mastered his features, leveling a stern glare at Theodore. His voice was biting when he asked, "What are you up to? I'm your father! Are you planning to murder your own father? Don't you fear the curses that'll haunt you?"

The word ‘father’ seemed like a joke coming from Darian's Lips, making Theodore smirk.

Darian was the Last person who should wield that title.

Theodore locked eyes with Darian, and the coldness in his gaze sent a shiver down Darian's spine.