“What… what are you talking about…” Mrs. Carroll seemed to have understood, looking at Barton in shock. “Is it you? Mr. Barton, did you kill Dennis? Why? Why!” She tried to rush forward.

Dr. Powell, who was closest to her, quickly stopped her. “Don’t go over there, Carroll. He’s a murderer.”

“Hmph… why…” Barton looked up, gazing at Carroll with a compassionate look. “Poor woman… in every sense of the word, you deserve sympathy… perhaps after you understand the truth, you’ll come to thank me…”

“Mr. Feng, can you explain what’s going on?” Miss Nancy, kneeling beside her father, asked.

“It’s a long story~” Feng Bujue was acting like he was about to tell a story. “First, let me introduce Mr. Barton here…” He put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, and pointed. “He is the eldest son of Mr. Colston Lovecraft.”

Except for Feng Bujue and Detective Schofield, everyone else in the room looked surprised. Although Feng Bujue had already said the name “John Lovecraft,” when he officially revealed his identity, it still shocked everyone.

“Don’t say anymore!” Colston shouted from the floor. “I confess! I killed Dennis! Arrest me! Officer! I want to confess!”

“This isn’t a medieval religious court, Mr. Lovecraft,” Feng Bujue said coldly. “This is a country with a sound legal system, and convictions require evidence.” He shrugged. “Even the Mafia consults a lawyer before finding a scapegoat and committing perjury.”

He looked down at the desperate old man with a decadent gaze. “Hmph… do you think… your actions are noble and great? In my opinion, even if you take the blame, it’s not like you’re suffering for someone else. You brought this upon yourself.”

“Don’t go too far!” Jack couldn’t stand it any longer. He already understood what Feng Bujue meant, and said loudly, “Are you saying that Barton is my father’s illegitimate son? So what? He didn’t kill anyone! He just lost one son, and now he’s about to lose another. It’s only natural for him to react this way. Can’t you show some compassion?”

“Ha!” Feng Bujue laughed. “Are you sure Dennis is your real brother?” He paused, suddenly turning to the butler, Henderson. “Or… are you sure Dennis is a Lovecraft?”

As soon as he said that, everyone in the room turned to look at Henderson. The butler’s face was pale, and his whole body was trembling. Even though he was sitting in a chair, he looked like he was about to fall.

As an outsider, Schofield couldn’t help but sigh in his heart, “This is one messed up family…”

“I don’t know how much you all know about genetics, but I think Dr. Powell should know something.” Feng Bujue said as he took two photos from the paper bag. “These two group photos are also what I found in Colston’s room safe.”

“Uh…” Officer Dempsay couldn’t help but interject. “I mean… Mr. Feng, I can understand that the door to the room might not be locked, but a safe… how did you open that?”

“Oh, the box uses a mechanical lock. I can handle it with a stethoscope,” Feng Bujue replied casually.

“Hey… wait, a stethoscope…” Powell’s mouth twitched, and a bad feeling rose in his heart. “You…”

“That’s right, I swiped it from your room,” Feng Bujue laughed. “Doctor, your deductive skills are quite good.”

“You’re wasted not being a master thief with your skills…” Powell muttered depressingly.

“Alright, let’s get back to the issue of the photos.” Feng Bujue held up the photos, showing them to everyone. “These two photos are group photos of Colston and his two wives.” He paused. “We can see that his first two wives, one was a redhead and one was a brunette.” He turned the photos over, putting them in front of his eyes. “I must say, your life is always accompanied by beautiful women, Mr. Lovecraft. Unfortunately, the women who marry you all have tragic fates and die young.” He paused for a second, then looked up at Mrs. Odette. “Never mind, Madam, I’m just saying.”

Feng Bujue then turned his gaze to Jack and Nancy, saying, “Young Master Jack and Miss Nancy both have blond hair, the same as their father when he was young.” He pointed to the woman in the first photo. “Taking into account the possibility of recessive genes, what is the probability that Colston’s child with his first wife would have brown hair?” He licked his lips. “If hair color isn’t enough to explain the problem, then combined with dominant genetic factors such as double eyelids and chin dimples… who does Dennis look more like?” He turned to the butler, “Mr. Henderson, although your hair is already gray, I can see from your facial features, eye color, cheekbones, and other characteristics that you seem to have some Latin or Germanic ancestry…”

“Yes, Dennis… is my son, my son with the first wife…” Henderson interrupted Jue Ge, but he couldn’t finish a complete sentence. He gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

“Henderson! You…” Jack had a good relationship with the butler since he was a child, but he never expected that this man had had an affair with his mother.

“Isn’t it a delightful scene? Heh…” Feng Bujue was the only one in the room who could still laugh. “A dashing and wealthy man, already has a beautiful wife at home, but still wants to have an affair outside, and even has a child with his lover first.” He put the photos back in the paper bag. “So, his legal wife used similar means to retaliate against her husband.”

Jue Ge said, standing up and pacing around the spacious dining room, probably treating it as an after-dinner stroll. “And the foreshadowing of all tragedies was already buried forty years ago.” He gestured to a chair next to him. “You should help Mr. Lovecraft back into a chair. You can’t all sit on the floor and listen to me, can you?”

Odette, Jack, and Nancy were already in a daze. They had not yet recovered from the shock, so they just mechanically followed Feng Bujue’s suggestion.

After a moment, when Colston was seated again, Feng Bujue took out a few fax papers from the paper bag, and read them aloud, “Now that we’ve figured out the relationships between these people, the explanation will be simple. Let’s start with Mr. Barton…”