"But no matter, I killed Justin and that adulterer's child at the same time!"
Aiden reminded Ackman, who was still standing there, "Ackman, you can go and rest now."
"Rest for a night and start properly investigating tomorrow to find out who has been frequently entering Justin's room!"
"Daring to commit such a disgraceful act under my nose, if I find out, I'll certainly feed them alive to the Greyhound."
After Aiden finished speaking, Ackman bowed and exited the room.
At the door, he closed it behind him.
Ackman turned and walked stiffly towards the stairs.
Standing outside, Gasper originally wanted to speak.
Seeing Ackman's despondent expression, Gasper gave up.
He said nothing, following behind Ackman, slowly descending the stairs.
Upon reaching the first-floor hall of the estate, Ackman crossed the hall to exit the estate.
He took a few steps, soon stopping in place.
In Ackman's view, on the open ground tens of meters away, a wooden post stood.
On the post, a naked body was tied and hung by ropes.
Even without approaching, Ackman could tell with a glance.
It was Justin!
Though the night wind stirred Justin's hair, she made no movement.
She was already devoid of life.
Looking at Justin's tragic face and the scars on her body, gory and raw.
The words Justin spoke to him that night resurfaced, echoing in his ears.
"I want to live."
"I want to live with your child!"
"Although the time with you was short, every moment felt so happy!"
"..."
Ackman's legs suddenly gave way, falling back.
A moment later.
A strong figure blocked behind him, firmly supporting him.
Low and soft words entered Ackman's ears.
"Stand firm; if others see, even if it's not you, you'll struggle to defend yourself!"
Ackman was shocked, quickly forcing himself to stand straight.
He glanced at the Gasper behind him, saying nothing.
Standing a moment, Ackman stepped inside the estate.
With Gasper, he headed towards the kitchen, smiling as he went, "Master said this deal was a success; he permits the chefs to cook some delicacies!"
"You're lucky; you've been here not long and already received the master's favor."
Gasper, of course, knew Ackman was blabbering, trying to divert attention.
He didn't mind, responding, "Thanks to the Chief Attendant's promotion..."
They walked through corridor after corridor, soon arriving at the kitchen.
Entering the kitchen, they closed the wooden door.
Ackman sat unceremoniously on a square table, his face pale, breathing heavily.
Gasper said nothing, his body leaning against the doorframe, waiting.
Only now did.
Ackman realize his back was soaked in sweat.
Even his cheeks were dripping with big beads of sweat.
He raised the hem of his robe and wiped the sweat off his face.
Ackman glanced at Gasper opposite him, speaking in a deep voice, "So, you knew all along?"
"Talking to yourself at the room's door wasn't a coincidence but a deliberate hint for me?"
Gasper did not speak, just looked calmly at Ackman.
Ackman frowned, continued, "Who exactly are you?"
Gasper asked in confusion, "Chief Attendant, haven't I introduced myself before?"
"I'm Gasper Balawang, a Free Person from Balawang Village."
Ackman picked up a kitchen knife beside him, chopping it forcefully onto the wooden chopping board nearby.
Thud!
A chopping sound rang out.
Ackman asked Gasper again, "What I'm asking is, what's your current identity!"
Gasper looked directly at Ackman, his words calm, "Gasper, sent by Master Lynn to infiltrate Morrison Manor... a spy!"
Hearing this.
Ackman's eyes instantly narrowed!
A spy!
Gasper is a spy?
The Gasper appointed as the Chief Attendant's assistant was an infiltrating spy in the Manor?
Ackman finally understood.
Why Gasper displayed such unique insights among the followers.
Finally understood why Gasper invited him to spend at the brothel.
It was all just to catch his attention!
If so, then it all makes sense!
Because Gasper is a spy, he could speak of such a merchant called Mr. Boer, allowing them entry behind the walls.
Because he's a spy, he could trade with the estate's merchant caretaker.
Everything fits!
Suppressing the complex emotions in his heart, Ackman stared at Gasper.
"Aren't you afraid I'll reveal your identity to Master Aiden?"
"What awaits you... is endless torture!"
Gasper nodded, saying, "I'm certainly afraid."
"But I fear more that Lord Lynn's territory would be breached and occupied by you, my wife and daughter imprisoned, toyed with by you, eventually dying without a trace!"
"Rather than that, I would prefer to use my life to protect them."
Ackman's face froze.
Was Gasper in front of him mad?
Not to mention if he had a wife and children.
Even if he did, they were behind the walls.
With Aiden's current strength, breaking the heavily guarded walls is impossible!
Gasper seemed to read Ackman's thoughts, he continued speaking, "Perhaps you find my words somewhat insane."
"But for that territory, for Master Lynn, for my wife and children, I'm willing to pay any price!"
Gasper's words were clear and precise; he knew exactly what he was saying.
His words shifted, "Moreover, with the intellect of the Chief Attendant, I wonder if you'd truly do something so unwise?"
"Doesn't the Chief Attendant wish to become... a Lord?"
Listening to Gasper's words, Ackman was more convinced of his identity.
When Lord Lynn spoke those words to him, Gasper was not present.
Seeing Ackman still silent, Gasper continued.
"Or is it that the Chief Attendant can continue to swallow his pride before the man who killed his child?"