My father's blood is beautiful

The funeral procession moved slowly, an event marked by a heavy atmosphere. Amidst the mourners, Jean and Gilbert stood out. Their faces, although composed, showed no trace of sorrow. As the casket bearing their father's body was carried past them, their eyes were cold and detached.

Detective Williams, the man they had hired to investigate their father's sudden demise, approached them once the funeral rites were over.

"My lords," he began, his voice echoing in the near-empty hall,

"I've concluded my investigation."

"And?" Jean prompted, his gaze fixed on the detective.

"Your father, Mr. Gardier's death... it was due to natural causes. An internal bleeding." the detective stated, his eyes flicking between the brothers.

Jean's face flickered with surprise, quickly replaced by a stoic mask.

"Natural causes? Are you certain?" he asked, his voice steady.

"Absolutely," the detective confirmed.

"There was no evidence of foul play."

Jean's mind was racing. He had planned and executed