Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Exiting the chief's office, the two detectives found solace in the corridors of the police station, their frustration palpable. The conversation that ensued among them delved into the complexities of their predicament.

'Don't mess with the De Vera Family,' one detective mused inwardly, bitterness tainting his thoughts. "Damn De Vera family, thinking they can control everything. We're just trying to do our job, and they treat us like pawns in their game."

His companion, equally exasperated, chimed in, "And that police chief – thinks he's invincible. A mere chief of a city, not afraid to challenge a senator? Madness, I tell you."

The detectives, grappling with the fallout from the chief's berating, exchanged glances reflecting their shared indignation. 'A mere police chief not afraid of a senator?' they pondered collectively, a realization dawning on them that challenged their preconceived notions of power dynamics.

"Did you hear what he called us? Fake detectives. Can you believe that?" one detective vented, frustration lacing his words. "We've been working our asses off for years, and now we're labeled as fakes."

His partner, sharing the sentiment, responded with a bitter laugh. "Fake detectives, licking dogs of a corrupt senator – those were his words. We're being used as scapegoats while the real problems fester."

Their conversation echoed with the sentiment of injustice, a shared frustration at being caught in the crossfire of power struggles beyond their control. 'Indignant being called fake detectives,' they silently agreed, a collective resolve forming to prove their competence and dedication.

"We need to show them we're no pushovers," one detective declared, his frustration transforming into determination. "Let's dig deeper into this case, find something that can't be ignored. We'll show them we're real detectives, not pawns in their game."

His partner, nodding in agreement, added, "And as for the De Vera family and that chief – we'll make them see we're not to be trifled with. That damned Richard!"

As the detectives walked through the bustling police station, they looked at the police station with an indignant expression. 'We'll rise above this,'

...

In the dimly lit study of the De Vera mansion, Caleb found his father, engrossed in deep contemplation. The weight of recent events hung in the air as Caleb approached, ready to discuss the complexities of Rose's death.

'Rose's death,' Caleb's father thought, his concern etched on his face. "Adam, what do you make of all this? Who do you suspect in Rose's death?"

Caleb, his mind a labyrinth of thoughts, hesitated for a moment before responding. "I have my suspicions, Dad. But I need to dig deeper before jumping to conclusions."

His father, appreciating Caleb's cautious approach, nodded in agreement. 'My son is really smart,' he marveled internally, a swell of pride accompanying the acknowledgment. "Good, son. We need to be thorough. Now, what about those lazy police officers?"

Caleb's expression darkened as he recounted the encounter with the detectives. "They've been slacking off, postponing the investigation. I called out their incompetence, and Dad, I don't know what they would do now but I don't need those lazy pricks."

'He grew up so fast,' Caleb's father mused, a mixture of pride and concern coursing through him. The realization of his son taking charge in the face of incompetence brought a surge of paternal pride, tinged with the awareness of the responsibilities that had prematurely befallen his son.

"I had a heated conversation with the chief. Those detectives won't be able to rest easy. I won't tolerate negligence, especially when it comes to Rose," Caleb's father declared, determination etched in his features.

Richard, observing the transformation in his son, pondered the future. 'How did he mature so fast? In the past, he was pretty awkward and lacked self-confidence.' wondered, impressed by Caleb's ability to navigate the intricacies of justice and power dynamics.

"Adam, how do you propose we proceed in investigating Rose's death?" his father inquired, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Caleb, a glint of mystery in his gaze, replied, "I have a way, Dad. A method that will lead us to the truth, but I need time to set things in motion. Trust me on this."

In the hushed ambiance of the study, Caleb broached a delicate topic with his father, Richard. "Dad, do you know anything about Rihanna's boyfriend and his connection to Rose?"

Richard, leaning back in his chair, regarded Caleb with a discerning gaze. "Rihanna's boyfriend? You mean Thomas? Well, he's been around for a while, a decent guy from what I gather. As for his connection to Rose, I'm not entirely sure. Why do you ask?"

Caleb, his thoughts weaving a web of connections, replied, "It's just something that came up in the investigation. I want to understand the dynamics within the household, especially with Rose gone."

'Always digging for the truth,' Richard mused internally, a glimmer of pride coloring his thoughts. "Alright, let me know if you find anything substantial. Now, what's this about the maids accusing each other?"

Caleb, recounting the accusations made in the police station, explained, "They're pointing fingers, Dad. Rihanna accused of disliking Rose, Katarina of jealousy, and Mica mentioned something about Rose being involved with Rihanna's boyfriend. It's a mess."

Richard, his brows furrowed, absorbed the information. 'The intricacies of their relationships,' he thought, contemplating the dynamics that had emerged in the wake of Rose's death. "Sit down, Caleb. Let me shed some light on this."

As they settled into a more intimate conversation, Richard delved into the complexities of each maid's relationship with Rose, unraveling a tapestry of emotions and motivations. He spoke with an insight that only years of overseeing the household could provide.

"Rihanna and Rose, they had their differences, but it was more about personal clashes than anything else. Thomas, Rihanna's boyfriend, was on friendly terms with Rose. No animosity there," Richard elucidated, offering a nuanced perspective on the connections within the De Vera mansion.

"Katarina and Rose – well, jealousy might not be the right word. Katarina admired Rose's beauty, perhaps a bit too much. There were moments of tension, but nothing that hinted at malice," he continued, dissecting the intricate threads of their relationships.

"Mica's claim about Rose being involved with Rihanna's boyfriend is unfounded. There's no evidence to support such a notion. It seems like a fabrication born out of confusion or perhaps a desire to shift blame," Richard analyzed, his words carrying the weight of experience.
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"Its really confusing." Caleb smiled warily.

Richard nodded. "I'll hand these matters to you, son."