The moment Mrs. Kase spoke those words,
the entire atmosphere of the room shifted.
Almost without hesitation, Swifte's gaze turned cold and merciless, his mere presence emanating an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Taking two steps back to Ronald's side, he stared emotionlessly at the others and then spoke with an ominous tone,
"As far as I know, Mr. Kase's health hadn't mysteriously deteriorated during the three months prior to his demise, nor had he suffered from any illness or business troubles.
Thirteen days ago, three days before Mr. Kase's death,
the sewerage in this mansion was flowing smoothly, but someone called in a plumber under the guise of pipe maintenance, a man who couldn't be found among Ron Avenue's local workers.
By the way, I just checked the plumbing of your mansion earlier.
It was indeed quite dirty.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't it just two days before Mr. Kase's rapid decline and eventual death