Mrs. Tatsumi broke out in a cold sweat. "Seimaru... Seimaru is, of course, my child! My blood runs through his veins!"
Though Tatsumi Ryunosuke had never liked her, he liked the Detective even less. "You really can make up nonsense. When she first entered our family, she already had that little burden with her. If Tatsumi Seimaru isn't her child, whose child could he be?"
Jiang Xia glanced at him. "Do you remember what happened at the dining room a few days ago?"
Tatsumi Ryunosuke froze. The biggest recent incident at the dining room seemed to have been that bastard Tatsumi Seimaru insulting him, so he had snatched the Hunting Rifle off the wall and tried to shoot that bastard.
But just as he had been about to pull the trigger, Mrs. Tatsumi had burst in, furiously wrenching the gun from his hand.
Jiang Xia said, "That Hunting Rifle was the same one Sentan Saruhiko stole. Its barrel had been plugged with lead. If you pulled the trigger, the only one who would die would be the person firing it.
"When the rifle was plugged with lead, you were studying in the United Kingdom and knew nothing about it. But Mrs. Tatsumi, who remained here at the time, knew very well.
"She was so furious then because her own son's life was in danger—but her biological son wasn't Tatsumi Seimaru. It was you, Tatsumi Ryunosuke."
Tatsumi Ryunosuke was dumbfounded. "What did you say?!"
Jiang Xia said, "Mrs. Tatsumi and Sentan Saruhiko planned this Murder Case in order to kill Tatsumi Seimaru, allowing their biological son—you—to smoothly inherit the position of family head of the Tatsumi Family."
Mrs. Tatsumi's face turned deathly pale, and for a moment, she could not speak.
Tatsumi Ryunosuke had initially treated it as a joke, but