Chapter 568: Chapter 568 He He He He He is_1
“There were remnants of glass shards on the lawn underneath the house,” Allen Rivera didn’t beat around the bush and spoke directly, “The window of the room where Mrs. Douglas was staying is brand new and bright, and must have been replaced on the day of the report.”
Aria Jackson pondered, “That means someone broke the window, Mrs. Douglas was startled, and that’s why she called the police. However, before the officers arrived, a servant immediately replaced it with a brand-new intact glass…”
“This is too frightening,” Zara Jameson’s eyes showed her distress, “Why would the Douglas family cover this up? Doesn’t the Justice love his own children?”
Allen Rivera shook his head, “On the contrary, according to the servant, Norman Douglas loves his wife and children very much, and the pain wasn’t only for Mrs. Douglas, but for Norman as well, having lost two children.”
“Relying on some glass shards, such evidence is not sufficient to open an investigation, and besides, Mrs. Douglas has a history of depression; this case of yours won’t be easy to investigate,” Purple Summers sipped her drink, her clear eyes like water occasionally flashed with sharp edges.
“Yes, which is why no case has been filed to date,” replied Allen Rivera with a nod.
“What do we do then?” Jane McCain was not familiar with the investigation process and said nervously, “If we do nothing, Mrs. Douglas and… and her third child, might they suffer another accident?”
Purple Summers looked at Jane McCain and nodded lightly, “Mmm, that’s also what Prosecutor Rivera is worried about, isn’t it?”
In this world, crimes are committed every second of every day, but many crimes go unresolved due to not meeting the conditions for investigation.
The higher one’s position, the more one feels this sense of helplessness, similar to now, knowing that the infant might pass away again, but unable to save an innocent life due to lack of evidence and clues, and even unsure of what to do next.
The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat heavy.
Allen Rivera chuckled and raised his glass to Purple Summers, “Did I ruin your party? We’re supposed to be happy today.”
“No, no, no, it’s very meaningful to me that you are willing to share,” Purple Summers clinked glasses with him, “Today marks my very first step into the judicial field, cheers!”
“Cheers!” The others also raised their glasses together.
Laughter returned, and the atmosphere warmed up once again.
By the end, Purple Summers had had a bit too much to drink and was tipsy; the others weren’t faring much better.
They supported each other as they left the restaurant; it was already dark outside, and the neon lights illuminated the entire city, making it seem as though it was bursting with dazzling fireworks.
Having all drunk alcohol, none could drive, so they waited for a taxi by the roadside.
Marcel Jefferson helped the drunken Aria Jackson into the car and turned to ask Purple Summers if she wanted a ride as well.
Purple Summers waved her hand with grandeur, “My boyfriend is coming to pick me up.”
Jane McCain, leaning on Zara Jameson, burst into laughter and pointed at Purple Summers, “Zara, look, Purple is really drunk! She’s actually claiming she has a boyfriend hahaha, such bluffing…”
Zara Jameson, who drank the least, and was the soberest of all, looked at Purple Summers with a hazy gaze, “Purple, when did you get a boyfriend?”
Purple Summers’s mind was somewhat muddled, and after thinking hard for a while, she replied, “I had a boyfriend as soon as I came to life!”
“Hahahaha!” Jane McCain laughed hysterically until she hiccupped.
Just then, a Maybach luxury car drove up like the wind and stopped steadily in front of them.
Zack Wallace got out of the passenger seat, respectfully opened the rear car door, and invited Purple Summers into the car.
Then after closing the door, he smiled politely at everyone before returning to the car.
The Maybach drove away.
Jane McCain stared blankly at the receding car, unable to regain her senses for a long time.
“Janie?… Jane McCain?” Zara Jameson called her name.
Jane McCain snapped to attention, instantly sobered up!
Her eyes widened, she pointed towards the luxury car that had long since disappeared, “He… he, he, he! He is!…”