Chapter 798 INTERVIEW (IV)　　LUO YANpartmentalized everything he learned from Charles. Including that information about Saunders. He had a lot of thoughts about this driver who''s currently MIA. But he would deal with thatter. First, he had to continue with his interview.


    After Charles left the study, Luo Yan told Gilmore to call in Catherine. He thought the other would be more pliant in answering questionspared to Edward. He just didn''t expect that Catherine woulde with her husband, George.


    "If I remembered correctly, I only called for Miss Catherine," he said.


    "Detective, my wife is a very impressionable woman. If she stayed with you alone, I''m afraid she would be led to say things that aren''t true based on the flow of your… questions," George Cooper said.


    Luo Yan smiled. "I assure you, the nature of my questions won''t affect your wife''s reasoning ability."


    "I apologize if I couldn''t put my trust on that," George said, holding his wife''s hand. "I need to be here to support Cathy."


    What a load of bullcrap. – Luo Yan thought. If anything, this guy just probably wanted to monitor his wife. Because just like he said, his wife was very ''impressionable''.


    "P-please, let my husband stay," Catherine said in that timid manner.


    "If thedy insists, then who am I to object?" Luo Yan said with a gentle smile. "Please, do take a seat, both of you."


    Since the two obviously wouldn''t give in, he might as well go along with it. He would have to interview George anyway. The only problem was Catherine might not be so forting with her answers because of her husband''s presence.


    The two then sat down on the seats opposite the desk. Luo Yan also did the same.


    "Well then, let''s start," he said. "First, tell me where were the both of you during the time of 12 and 1 AM?"


    "We''re at our room, sleeping," George answered.


    Catherine seconded that by nodding.


    Luo Yan wrote it down on his little notepad. Then, he turned to Catherine. "Where did you go after dinner?"


    He needed to ask this to know the whereabouts of the people between 10 PM and 12 AM. Dinner at this time period in this country usually started at 8:30 PM and ended at around 9:15. It was the same for the dinner they had.


    William was still alive at that time. So, if the corpse was really him – let''s just assume that it was for the time being – then, based on the degree of burning, he should have died between 9:15 and 10 PM.


    He didn''t ask this question to Charles because he yed cards with the other in the manor''s designated game room. George also yed with them as well as young Harry. The card gamested until well into the night.


    He yed with the three in the hope that he could gain some information from them. Unfortunately, he gained nothing except a few sses of wine and even lost a couple of quids. Oh, there was a bit of a gain. Some information about Edward – courtesy of his son.


    But Edward was not his focus right now. He looked at the couple before him. It''s these two.


    "I- I''m with my daughter. We''re together until George finished with his game and the two of us went to our bedroom to sleep."


    "Can your daughter corroborate that?" Luo Yan asked.


    "Yes," Catherine said with a bit more confidence.


    "Very good," Luo Yan said, writing it down on his notepad. "It came to my attention that in the past 20 years, you and your brothers had only met with your father four times, including yesterday. Is that correct?"


    Catherine showed a confused expression, as if she didn''t know why he was asking this. "Y-yes."


    Well, that proved what Charles had already said.


    "Does this question have any relevance to what happened to Father?" George asked, frowning.


    "I believe that what happened 20 years ago is connected to what happened today."


    Luo Yan exined to the two the reason he was here. Just like Charles, George showed indignation for the implication that they had something to do with what happened.


    "You think my wife is capable of something so, so heinous?" George said with an incredulous look on his face. "Cathy can''t even hurt a fly and you think she coulde up with such aplicated murder ruse?"


    As the other said that, the gentle mask he was wearing was also starting to crack.


    "If- if you think that what happened to F-Father is rted to the incident 20 years ago, t-then, George had nothing to do with it. We''re- we''re not even married then," Catherine said stutteringly.


    Oh, that''s an interesting information. – Luo Yan thought. Now that he thought about it, Daphne was indeed too young to have been already been born 20 years ago. But even if George and Catherine hadn''t been married yet that time, that didn''t mean that they hadn''t met each other yet.


    If the two of them were about to marry back then, George had every right tomit that crime just so he could preserve his soon-to-be wife''s inheritance.


    "I see," Luo Yan said. "Mr. Cooper, may I ask what it is you do for a living?"


    "I''m a painter. An artiste," George said with a smile, obviously very proud of his profession.


    "Oh. Perhaps I know one of your works?"


    George showed an embarrassed expression after Luo Yan asked that. He already knew what the answer would be without the other answering. So, a struggling painter. With an unreliable source of ie, their family was definitely reliant on the allowance given by William. Now that his father-inw was threatening to cut them off, George had every motive to kill the other.


    "Never mind. I''m not really an art enthusiast. So, I probably won''t recognize it anyway," Luo Yan said, giving George some face unless the other strode off because of too much humiliation.


    And so, the interview continued.