Chapter 278: The Crematorium

Sylvia's POV:

Once everyone had gone, Flora and Warren headed up to the roof to meet me.

"Sylvia, what's going on? What happened to you and Prince Rufus?" Flora looked anxious.

"The soldiers are searching all over the imperial city for you."

"Rufus is still in a coma.He's temporarily placed in a safe place somewhere outside the city."

With a heavy heart, I bit my lip.

"I know all the werewolves are talking about how crazy Rufus was and his murder.If the lycan king finds
us, we'll be doomed."

"We did hear about the news and assumed the situation was serious.When we couldn't get in touch
with you, we took to the streets to try our luck.I did not expect to hear your name come out of that
stupid man's mouth when we arrived.Thankfully, we found you and followed you all the way here."
Flora's face was dead serious.

"Don't worry, Sylvia.We'll help you figure out the mastermind behind all of this."

We then heard sudden noises come from the other end of the alley.

Immediately, the three of us became vigilant again and crouched down to hide ourselves.

Fortunately, it was just a random drunk woman.

Relieved, I sighed and turned back to Flora and Warren.I briefly told them about the anonymous letter
and what happened in the manor.



"Damn it! He is really a bastard!"

The anger on Flora's face became more evident as she cursed.

"Shh, keep your voice down." Warren shushed her.

"We can't afford to attract any attention right now."

Flora's eyes widened in guilt as her hand shot up to her mouth.

Still, she continued to complain, "That Richard.He's so inhumane!"

Heaving a deep sigh, I replied, "No matter how sure I am that Richard plotted all of it, I still don't have
any conclusive evidence.For now, it would be foolish of me to accuse him of anything.I didn't even
expect that Lucy would come to Richard's defense either."

"Now that Lucy can't be our witness, we'll just find another one," Warren suggested.

"I don't think Richard's plan is perfect.There has to be some loophole somewhere."

"That's right." I nodded in agreement.

"I was actually planning to start with the boy's corpse.Why was his family so anxious to cremate him? It
seems fishy to me."

Warren was silent for a while and then replied, "Well, what if the boy really was a victim of Prince
Rufus?"

"I don't believe it.I heard somewhere that the child died miserably and the bones in his legs all
broke.Even if Rufus did lose control and kill someone, he would have never done it in such a cruel
way."



I looked at Flora and Warren with firmness.

"If our investigation proves that Rufus really did kill the boy, then I will stand with Rufus and take
responsibility for his action with him."

"Okay!" Flora exclaimed, getting more excited.

She then rolled up her sleeves, ready to work.

"To the crematorium, shall we?"

"Okay,"

Warren and I said in unison.

After nodding at each other, we hopped off the roof and headed straight for the crematorium.

"Wait! I'll call Harry first and tell him to meet us at the crematorium.He might be still looking for you on
the street."

Flora climbed down the roof a little too slow for a girl her age.She then took out her phone and dialed
Harry.

"Change of plan.Meet us at the crematorium."

"Roger.Over."

A strong voice could be heard from the other end of the call.

It was hard to tell whether it was because of Flora’s clunky old phone or that Harry's voice was just
really that loud.



"It's time for Flora to get a new phone," Warren muttered.

Not long after, we met up with Harry at the gate of the crematorium.

But before we could even set foot inside, the security guard had already stopped us.

"What are you doing here? No one but relatives is allowed inside."

"Well, what else could we be here for?" Harry snorted.

His hair, though it was dark green, beamed particularly bright in the sunlight.

With a flip of his hair, he answered sarcastically, "Obviously, we here to cremate a corpse."

"Which family? Please provide your information."

The security guard looked Harry up and down, refusing to believe a word he just said.

All of a sudden, a wail was heard from behind.

We turned around and saw Fiora not far away, crying beside a corpse.

Immediately, Harry understood what she was trying to do.

His handsome face distorted into an exaggerated sad expression and staggered toward her.He draped
his strong body over the corpse, breaking the thin stretcher on which the corpse was placed.

It snapped in half under the weight of Harry's body.

Harry got up in disbelief and cried even louder than Flora.

"The stretcher's been broken! I can hear his soul crying.He must be cremated immediately!"



"That's right! The stretcher's been broken.This is an ominous sign.The corpse must be cremated at
once!"

Flora echoed, implying to cut the line of people at the gate.The scene had grown chaotic.

The other werewolves who were waiting for their turn were clearly dissatisfied.

They were already in a bad mood, and they got even more irritated because of Flora and Harry.

A fight was about to brew.

The security guard hurried to appease the crowd, not caring about me and Warren anymore.

This was our opportunity.Warren and I then snuck into the crematorium.


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