Hu Xiaotian said with a broad smile, "I don't believe the eldest young master plotted to frame the second young master either. Brothers are like hands and feet, bound by flesh and blood. How could they slaughter their own kin and be so cold-blooded?"
Wan Boping said, "My two sons have been close since childhood. When Tingsheng lay unconscious, Tingchang was the most anxious of all, running himself ragged. How could he possibly harm his own brother? Those two servants must be maliciously framing him..." His tone betrayed a distinct lack of confidence. In truth, he had suspected something from the outset. His eldest son, Wan Tingchang, had been the first to discover his second son, and the claim that the younger boy had fallen while drunk had come from him as well. Thinking about it now, his eldest son was indeed the prime suspect. If his second son died, the eldest would become the sole heir to the Wan Family's vast fortune. Wan Boping was in agony. On the one hand, he hated his eldest son for being cold-blooded and cruel enough to strike at his own brother; on the other, he had to do everything he could to cover it up. This was an enormous scandal for the Wan Family-brothers fighting within their own walls, battling to the death over their inheritance. The trouble now was that the two house servants had already written confessions. If those fell into the authorities' hands, there would surely be trouble. Even if they escaped criminal punishment, their family's dirty laundry would be aired in public, leaving them a laughingstock.
Hu Xiaotian said, "If I submit these two confessions, I'm afraid the Wan Residence won't have any peace for quite some time."
Watching him pick up the two confessions, Wan Boping understood.