Chapter 929

“Life imprisonment?” Dylan narrowed his eyes. “That’s still lenient for him!”

In fact, Edmund confirmed that Cody had poisoned Old Mr. Rogers.

However, Kevan didn’t intend to submit that video as evidence due to suspicions of coercion during the confession.

“Once he’s behind bars, it won’t be up to him whether he lives or dies,” Kevan said.

He was smiling, but his dark eyes were chily.

There were plenty of hardcore criminals in prison.

Fights and braw’s happened at the drop of a hat It wasn’t all that uncommon for inmates to end up killing each other.

Handing it wouldn’t be much of a hassle.

After all, individuals like those inmates wouldn’t mind taking another life.

Besides, there were already two members of Bernard’s family in prison.

Since Maria got herself into trouble today, she’d likely join them behind bars.

With Cody’s relatives no longer around, there would be no one to investigate the cause of his death.

The matter would probably be swept under the rug.

“So, find someone to keep a close eye on him during this time. Just to prevent another accident from happening.”

Kevan wasn’t worried about accidents happening to him.

Over the years, he survived numerous life–threatening situations.

He always managed to come out unscathed with the training he received from his grandlather.

His primary concern was Cody getting desperate and targeting Larissa or rAster.

In case Cody really set his sights on them, Kevan leared that he wouldn’t be able to wait until the day he could personally send him to prison.

He might take matters into his own hands.

know.” Dylan replied.

He had long ago placed someone close to Cody to keep a constant watch on his every move.

“By the way, there’s one more thing I need your help with Kevan looked at Dylan with an unusual level of eamestness.

“Yeah?” Dylan sat up straight.

Dylan stayed at the house for a while and then left.

Kevan got up and headed to the dining room.

Meanwhile, Violet was busy kneading dough at the kitchen counter.

There was no sign of Anthony or Aster.

The rectangular dining table was adored with various types of bread baked by Violet.

He picked up one that looked appetizing, broke off a plece, and put it in his mouth.

“Are you hungry? Violet asked as she noticed her son entering the kitchen.

He idly watched her working on the dough.

“Where are Dad and Aster?” he inquired.

“Well, your dad took Aster to the backyard to look at his precious crickets! Violet rolled her eyes irritably, “I don’t understand what’s so fascinating about those bugs! Aren’t they worried about scaring the child?”

He leaned against the kitchen counter and answered, “Aster isn’t that easily frightened.”

He took a moment to contemplate and then asked, “Mom, what are your thoughts on me and Larissa remarrying?”