Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 1159

Agnes felt an overwhelming heartache. Kearney turned around and found a seat on a nearby chair. "Why dive into all this, Septima? I never wanted to harm you. Over the years, I've treated you like my own sister. Why turn against me? I've never done anything to hurt you," Kearney said.

Gradually regaining her composure, Agnes's mind started to clear. A myriad of questions demanded answers. "How did you know I was investigating you?" she asked, even though deep down, she knew the answer but still wanted to hear it straight from Kearney.

Kearney's response was indifferent. "I've known for quite some time, ever since you used the excuse of going to the wedding venue to look for a necklace. Everything at Ford Hotel was under my watch, including that detective you've been working with. You got him a room in Ford Hotel to make it easier for him to investigate me and for me to keep an eye on him."

The realization sent chills down Agnes's spine. She thought she had been careful, but Kearney had discovered her actions nonetheless. "But how could you show up just when I was starting to uncover things?"

Kearney smiled slightly. "I planted a bug in the detective's phone. Every word he spoke to you, I heard. I knew what information you had and how far your investigation had gotten."

Agnes was stunned. Jarvis, a former special forces operative trained in surveillance and counter-surveillance, had been completely outmaneuvered by Kearney's cunning. It was clear that from the very beginning, Kearney had been monitoring their every move.

"Why didn't you stop me right at the start instead of waiting for me to connect all the dots to you before making your move?"

Kearney replied, "Dear sister, I was giving you a chance. I didn't want things to escalate to this point. I hoped you'd back off out of fear once you caught a whiff of the truth. If you had chosen to protect yourself, I wouldn't have hurt you. After all these years of brotherly affection, I meant it."

Agnes found the irony unbearable. "Kearney, spare me the brotherly affection act. If you truly valued our bond, how could you do that to our brother? How could you do that to Phenix? You shot him, didn't you?"

Their brother had been hit by numerous bullets, each striking a vital spot. Agnes had felt something was off from the start. A random shooting would hardly be so precise. Only deep-seated hatred could drive someone to fire that many shots.

Now, it all made sense to Agnes. Kearney was the culprit. Not only was he a boxing champion, but also a sharpshooting prodigy, adept with both hands, never missing a shot. Agnes was trembling with rage, barely able to contain her emotions.

"How could you be so cruel, Kearney? We grew up together. Shouldn't our bond mean something? How could you bring yourself to do it?"

Just the thought of that night's events made it hard for Agnes to control her emotions. Yet Kearney remained eerily calm. "I grew up with our brother, always looking up to him since he was three years older. He always looked out for me, and our bond was indeed deep," Kearney claimed.

Hearing such words from Kearney, after he had killed their brother, left Agnes wanting to scream in frustration. How could he speak of their bond so proudly without a shred of guilt?