Meleonora turned her head to the purple-haired man, who was leaning against the wall with crossed arms, watching everything unfold.
“Yeah, yeah, he’s a genius doctor or something,” the man shrugged. “I saw it with myself. Guess you didn’t know that either, judging by your reaction.”
Meleonora blinked, genuinely caught off guard. This wasn’t in any of the reports I received…
She made a mental note. So, he has medical skills too?
Her gaze returned to Lucian, studying him carefully.
An 18-year-old billionaire’s son, a mass murderer yeah not so surprising, but… he has medical expertise?
Her instincts screamed that something was off. If Lucian was just another spoiled, reckless young master, then why wasn’t this skill being flaunted?
If it were any other family, they would’ve plastered this across the news, branding their son as a prodigy. But instead, the Kane family let the world believe their heir was nothing but a good-for-nothing delinquent…
The more Meleonora thought about it, the more questions arose.
“Mr. Kane, at the very least, you can tell us what happened, right?” she finally asked, shifting her approach. “Maybe if you cooperate, we can make things easier for you.”
If she couldn’t get him to headquarters easily, then perhaps she could start the interrogation here, buy time until backup arrived, and make sure civilians were cleared out.
Lucian turned his head toward her, tilting it slightly.
“Huh? What are you talking about? I’m innocent.” His voice was smooth, his expression one of mock offense, as if he were being wrongly accused.
Meleonora’s fingers twitched.
The purple-haired man on the side nearly choked on air. Did this bastard just say innocent?!
“Mr. Kane, please don’t play games with us. Just minutes ago, you admitted that you killed them,” Meleonora said, barely keeping her temper in check. “Not to mention, we have the video evidence.”
Lucian let out a soft sigh, as if this conversation exhausted him.
“But… that was self-defense,” he said with a sincere, almost innocent look. “You saw the footage, didn’t you? I was attacked. I didn’t start any of this.”
Meleonora’s fists clenched.
“I was just protecting my sister. I did nothing wrong. Was it my fault they tried to kill me?” Lucian continued, his voice steady. “Isn’t it obvious what I had to do?”
Meleonora opened her mouth, then closed it.
“Yes, but… but…” She struggled for words, her thoughts in disarray.
Meleonora clenched her jaw.
This idiot Flontara. She cursed in her head, frustrated.
“Please be detailed. I can’t make any sense of whatever you’re saying,” she said, her patience thinning.
Lucian’s lips curled into a small smile. “Oh, I well. Let me start from the very beginning.”
“Yes, please,” Meleonora sighed, though something about his expression irritated her. His face was calm, even gentle, like he was recounting an uneventful afternoon rather than a massacre.
Lucian leaned back slightly. “First, some rich, brain-dead man thought it would be a good idea to rape my sister. Very bad idea, I must say.”
Meleonora, who had just started writing in her notepad, paused for a moment. Her grip on the pen tightened.
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His tone… it was normal. Completely devoid of anger, pain, or any sense of outrage. It was as if he were discussing the weather. Worse yet, there was a faint smile on his face, as if he felt absolutely nothing about the event.
What kind of person is he?
Didn’t he just brutally murder and torture someone for this very reason? I saw the video… the way he acted then and the way he’s speaking now… It’s like two completely different people.
Lucian, completely unaware or perhaps uncaring whatever she was thinking continued.
“I went there as soon as I found out.”
“How?” Meleonora cut in.
“I got a message from her,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “Leave the details. I went there, saved her, saw that guy trying something on her…”
His voice remained disturbingly casual.
“I saw other women in that room. Beat them down, of course. Then, I dealt with that man whatever his name was the one trying to force himself on her. So, naturally, I broke his limbs and with hammer right yes yes… well, whatever,” Lucian finished with a light chuckle.
The air in the room grew tense.
His natural smile, his relaxed posture it unsettled everyone present.
This is a monster, Meleonora thought, gripping her pen tighter. His actions showed he was furious when he did all that. But now, when recalling it? It’s like it wasn’t even important to him.
Purple-haired man stared at Lucian, expression unreadable.
“Anyway,” Lucian continued. “Then his guards came. Tried to stop me. Obviously, I beat them too. Gave everyone a little… special treatment. Didn’t kill them, though. I had other plans.”
Meleonora kept writing, her mind spinning with all the details.
“After that, I was about to leave with Rose.”
She nodded, waiting for him to continue.
“Then, just as I was about to go home, the guard I left consciousbso he could deliver my messagebdecided to be an idiot. He pulled a gun and shot at me. Which would have been… fine.”
Lucian’s voice remained steady, but Meleonora noticed the briefest flicker of something in his eyes.
“But this idiot…” he gestured toward Rose, “…got in front of me. Which made me… a little worried.”
Meleonora stiffened, her gaze shifting to the unconscious girl lying on the hospital bed.
That’s unexpected…
I thought the Kane siblings hated each other. At least, that’s what all the reports say. So, was that just a facade?
Purple-haired man scoffed internally. A little worried, my ass. You should’ve seen your face at that time.
“Then, I killed that guy. Took Rose and ran since I didn’t have any equipment for the operation. Brought her here,” Lucian said, gesturing toward the purple-haired man. “I took his help. He drove us.”
The man nodded in confirmation.
Lucian stretched slightly, cracking his neck. “Then, just as I arrived at the hospital, hundreds of people came to kill me and my sister. So, of course, I killed them. Self-defense.”
He nodded to himself, as if his reasoning was perfectly sound.
Meleonora’s lips twitched.
I have never… in my entire life… heard such a careless and simple explanation for a massacre.
Yet, as she reviewed the evidence, his words did match up with the timeline.
But still… this doesn’t make his actions justifiable.
She was just about to counter him when
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sudden knocking on the operation room’s door drew everyone’s attention.
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