Meanwhile, Camille bawled her eyes out the moment she returned to the living room at Anderson Mansion. Charles was comforting her softly with an arm wrapped around her shoulders. "Don't cry. It's not a serious—"

"How can I not cry? This is all my fault! Why did I marry you in the first place? Now, my own son can't come home even if he wants to! Not only that, but he has to constantly worry about his own life as well!" Camille turned to look at Philip with reddened eyes. "Dad, you have to help Conan! He's your grandson as well! You have no idea just how much he's suffering right now!"

The woman continued to lament about Conan's suffering. "When Conan had been sick, Stephen didn't bother letting him off the hook! After that, my dear son spent five years abroad just to hide from his own brother! Even though things have already come to this point, Stephen is still dissatisfied! What the hell does he want? Is he really planning on killing his own brother?"

Poor Camille screamed the last