Chapter 167. The Murderer

Mrs. Fletcher looked at Mr. Fletcher.

Mr. Fletcher, filled with anger, handed the phone back to Karen and said sternly, “Rest assured, if this matter is true, I will make sure he gives you justice.”

Karen lowered her head and whispered, “How can he give me justice? My child is already gone. No matter how he compensates, my child won’t come back! Sob, my poor child, it’s because I’m useless, I trusted your father too much, and that’s why you died tragically at the hands of your biological father.”

Mrs. Fletcher didn’t like the way she spoke, furrowing her brow and displeasedly saying, “The child hasn’t had a DNA test yet, so we can’t confirm if he is Justin’s biological father.”

Although she was ninety percent sure in her heart that the child was her own grandson. But she also didn’t like others speaking ill of her son like this.

Karen sobbed, “If it wasn’t Justin’s child, why would he kill him? He’s afraid if the child is his, he needs to take responsib