My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 300

Chapter 300: You’re A Murderer!
He quickly wiped off his tears, as he stared at the woman, her husband, and Maxwell who were silently waiting for him to talk.

Maxwell glanced at Xavier, the silence between them making his heart skip a beat in fright.

“She’s dead,” Xander replied.

“What?” Arabella’s father asked as soon as those words flew out of Xander’s mouth. Meanwhile, his wife had already frozen in his hands, staring at Xander as if she’d heard him wrong.

“W-what did y-you just say?” She stuttered. “If you’re joking, then you’d better stop. Please, this is not the time to be joking!” She cried, shaking him to answer her immediately but Xander had nothing else to say.

A few nurses came out from the operating room, and one of them said, “You may go inside and see the girl one last time.”

Arabella’s mother still couldn’t believe what was happening.

Without wasting any time, she rushed inside the room with her husband following behind her.

Xander left the scene to go to the bathroom. He splashed water on his face, staring at his reflection. Then without any warning, he tested up.

He’d only texted her a few hours ago asking if they could meet up, and now, she was dead. He could only wish if this was a dream, he would wake up and find her beside him.

After a few moments, he pulled out his phone to make a phone call.

“Mr. Vlarie…”

A few minutes later, Bruce and Mr. Wallace arrived at the hospital at the same time and Xander couldn’t help but wonder how long he’d left Bruce’s mansion, because he was sure the old man had been in his study.

‘Could they have met up for a drink?’ He wondered.

However, that wasn’t the main issue at hand.

Before they opened their mouths to question him, Xander beats them to it. “Arabella is dead and the one who killed her is Xavier,” he said, shocking both the men standing before him.

“What sort of ridiculous accusation is that?” Mr Wallace demanded, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“Are you shocked, father? Well, sorry to disappoint you, but your favorite and perfect son isn’t so perfect anymore. I found Xavier’s ring on Arabella’s hair after she died, and now, he claims he didn’t know how it got there.” Xander finished by pulling the ring out from his pockets and showing it for everyone to see.

Xavier could have easily lied; he wore the ring while he was leaving the house, and it must have slipped out of his fingers when he fell down, but that wasn’t going to reveal who the actual killer was.

He concluded it was either the killer had the same ring, or the killer had intentionally framed him. But Xander wasn’t calm enough to think things through at all.

Mr. Wallace glanced at Xavier, who still refused to say anything before his gaze returned to Xander.

“Xavier is not the only one that has such a ring. You can’t accuse your brother of murder just because you saw his ring at the crime scene. If you want to know the actual killer, fingerprint tests will be done,” said. Mr Wallace.

Xavier’s eyes snapped to look at his father. He’d completely forgotten about having a fingerprint scan done. That way, they would be able to know who the actual killer was.

“Fine! Let’s get her body scanned for fingerprints,” Xander agreed. Then he took two steps closer to Mr Wallace with eyes filled with vengeance. “But if Xavier’s fingerprints turn out to be on her, get ready to send your precious son to jail.”

“I never touched Arabella’s body when I found her. I never even laid a finger on her,” said Xavier.

Xander scoffed. “We’ll see about that.”

The cops were called and the case was reported immediately.

The fingerprint scan was taken on Arabella’s body. Her body had been cleaned earlier by the doctors when they were trying to revive her, so the chances of getting any fingerprints on her were low.

Thankfully, the nurses didn’t allow her parents to touch her with their bare hands. They didn’t even allow the old couple to go near her corpse.

After the scan, a few fingerprints were shown on her body.

No one left the hospital that night except Bruce and Mr Wallace excusing themselves to make a few business related phone calls. Maxwell had to go back to Arabella’s home to get some clothes for the old couple.

Twelve hours later, the owner of those fingerprints was detected.

“Who owns those fingerprints?” Xander demanded from the officer who was in charge of the case.

The officer sighed, his expression unreadable.

“We found two fingerprint palms on her neck. It seemed she’d first been strangled before she was stabbed in the stomach multiple times with a dagger. Not only that, we also found some fingerprints on the sides of her cheeks. It seems she’d been slapped out of anger by her killer. Her nails were cut off probably before she could use it to scratch her attacker.”

Arabella’s mother wailed in pain when she heard the officer’s words, while her husband tried to console her.

“My poor child. Who could do such a thing?” She demanded.

The officer sighed one more time, leaving the suspense to hover above them, before he parted his lips to speak again.

“According to the fingerprints we found on her body, the only person that showed up on our device was Xavier Wallace,” the officer replied.

The entire ward fell silent as if time had stopped. Heads turned to glare at Xavier but Xander wasn’t satisfied by just glaring at him.

He walked up to Xavier and punched the latter across the face.

“I wasn’t the one who killed her!” Xavier yelled. He had no idea how things would turn against him in this kind of situation. He was sure he didn’t touch Arabella’s body when he’d found her. And even if he did, it wouldn’t be all over her body. “You need to stop!”

“You killed Arabella in cold blood and you dare to deny it?!!” Xander questioned, while the officer held him back. “I never would have believed it if someone had told me this! You’re a murderer!”