"The tutor's inheritance hasn't been fully inventoried yet. I still have some concluding tasks, so it can only be divided after seven days."
Seven days? Carl thought. Given Hibell's current condition, it's uncertain if she can survive even seven hours, let alone seven days.
"Tim!" Carl's expression turned grim. "Do you still dare to say you have no involvement in the assassination? You clearly know Senior Sister Hibell can't last seven days. You just want her to die so you can monopolize the tutor's inheritance!"
"Nonsense!" Tim stood tall, his expression unchanged. "I am only acting according to the rules; no one can fault me!"
Their fierce argument attracted many onlookers, and inevitably, discussions rippled through the crowd.
Actually, everyone was well aware that there was something wrong with Tim. But the key issue was the lack of evidence, and as he said, no one could fault him for acting according to the rules.
