Chapter 405 Karl Davis Didn't Commit Suicide

If said that turning a blind eye back then only to stall some time, finding evidence, looking for an

opportunity to fight back, then at that moment, he could no longer tolerate it. He's afraid that if he

wasn't careful enough, there would be no possibility to win her back.

A determination was what he decided to show her.

"Aren't you tired? After you got off work, you still cooked a table full of dishes.” Olive pulled him to

sit down by the bedside.

“It's just a small matter, how can it exhaust your physically strong husband? To be honest, you want

to know about what I talked with Ivy, right?” Alan laughed and tugged her nose, “Just ask, do you

need to talk in a roundabout way between us?”

Olive scratched the back of her head with frustration, “It's over now. I'm transparent in front of you

and I can't hide any secrets anymore.”

How can he know about everything that she’s thinking about? He is a psychic indeed.

"You still dare to keep a secret from me, huh?” Alan smirked and tickled her itchy spot. Olive

laughed and squealed, rolled over the bed begging for mercy.

“No more, stop it. It tickles...”

She let out all sorts of laughter and couldn't stop laughing. Alan threw himself on top of her and

breathed heavily.

“Kiddo...”

With a hoarse sound caused by the laughter, both of their heartbeats overlapped with each other,

like a thumping sound hitting the softest part in both their hearts.

When she closed her eyes, he kissed her gently on her eyelashes.

Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a flapping butterfly.

In the late spring and early summer night, the evening breeze blew onto the curtain, as if creating a

romantic atmosphere for both the people in the room.

The love affair happened in a clear and ordered pattern.

Alan had lived as an ascetic monk for several days. He could see and touch but couldn't do anything

past that. As soon as his willpower test was over, moreover, nothing was binding and restraining

him on his big bed, he soon turned into a wild horse that's in a vast grassland, galloping as he liked

in a land of warmth and tenderness.

Olive was completely struck by him several times as if she’s high in the clouds. She could only inhale

without exhaling the air and died for a while.

It's a kind of death that stimulated pleasure to the utmost. It's so pleasing that every inch of her

vessels sighed softly.

After finished, her ears happened to be pressed against his heart. The thumping sound was clearly

passed on to her eardrums. His thunderous heartbeat wasn't exaggerating.

Her finger made a circling gesture, intentionally or otherwise, “What did you talk with Ivy about?”

Alan stroked the long hair under his chin, “Are you worrying me, or worrying him being bullied by

me?”

Olive punched him, “Mr. Hoyle, are you being jealous here?”

Alan grabbed her hand and kissed it, then smiled, “Doctor said that it's appropriate to be jealous.

It's good for physical and mental health. Therefore, Mrs. Hoyle, you can't strip off my right to be

jealous.”

“You've changed the subject.”

“You're the one who said that I'm being jealous.”

“There is kind of people that feel completely sour but completely refuse to admit it and make

excuses instead.” Olive sighed in disdain but then smiled broadly again, “But, jealous men are cute.

So, cute Mr. Hoyle, can you tell me what you talked about? You're the one who said that there

should be no secrets between husband and wife.”

She used his words to press him.

"Actually, it's nothing. I just told him that there's a huge possibility that his father’s death wasn't

caused by suicide.”

Olive was dumbfounded. If Dave's death in prison seemingly because of homicide, then it's not

surprising if Ivy's father also had someone manipulated his death.

It's just back then the discord between Albert Hoyle and Karl was a well-known thing. Both of them

had piled-up grievances for a long time. Therefore, back then there was a rumor Karl's death was

because he's forced to commit suicide and jump off the building by Albert.

But today, Alan told her this, does it mean that there's a profound secret?

“Do you know who is it?"

Alan shook his head.

“Then how are you so sure that he didn’t commit suicide but a victim of homicide?”

“Before Karl fell of the building, a man wearing a peaked cap had walked in and out his office, and

happened to be seen by the cleaner who cleaned the bathroom. It's the peak of winter at that time

and the weather was very cold. So, the heater in the building was fully turned on and most people

inside would take off their jacket and muffler, while that man wore a thick scarf that covered most of

his face. He also came out of Karl's office agitatedly, which caught her attention.”

“Didn“t anyone investigate this matter back then?”

Normally, people wouldn't have ignored such an important clue.

"After Karl fell off the building, the cleaner felt something was wrong at that time. When the police

came for the interrogation procedure, she really wanted to tell them about this situation. But at that

time, she received an unfamiliar phone call that warned her that her son's life who had just got into

college in another city would be in danger. That way, she chose to be silent.”

To protect her children, she was forced to hide her conscience and be silent, which was

understandable.

“Then how can you find out about it?” By the time Karl had the accident, he had not yet joined

Hoyle Group. If he could find out about this, it seemed like he took a lot of effort.

Alan said, “Karl's office had been sealed up after the incident. It wasn't until three years ago that I

planned to start using it. When I was looking for someone to clean up the office, I happened to

meet the cleaner back then. She might have been condemned for hiding her conscience. In the past

two years, she had always been anxious. On one hand, she’s afraid that the murderer would appear

by her doorstep. On the other hand, she’s afraid that Karl died in grievance and his spirit would

come to her. In the middle of cleaning the room, thinking that nobody was paying attention, she

prayed several times on the window where Karl fell off the building. She also muttered incantations,

saying sorry and asking for forgiveness, and said that she didn’t mean it, such words. Dave Harrod

happened to ran into her strange behavior and became suspicious. Later, she was called to my

office with the reason to clean up. Then the unknown details were revealed after using both threats

and promises.”

“But it's been so long, Karl's case had been decided as suicide by jumping off the building. How can

it be an easy thing to trace the man back then that we don't even know how he looks like? I think

that man was only an assailant at best, there must be someone else behind him. Is it possible that

he’s related to Finn Meyer?”

The first person that Olive could think of was only this person. Although she had never met him

before, in her mind he was a cunning and crafty man, and would do anything to achieve his goal. If

he was the mastermind, she wouldn't feel surprised at all.

“We won't be able to convince Sean without evidence. Therefore, I can only ask him to investigate

on his own.” As the saying went, “don’t believe what people tell you until you see it for yourself, let

the man verify it on his own. To avoid him saying that he sided with his family and fabricated the so-

called evidence to deceive him.

“Don’t you afraid that while investigating, after being misled by others, and eventually he still found

your father guilty?” Olive still felt uneasy in her heart.

“Don’t worry about this. He is a smart man. He won't be misled easily by the others.” Otherwise, he

had overestimated his ability.

“But...”

“There won't be much “but’. Believe in your husband's judgment and decision. It's late. Be obedient,

close your eyes, and sleep. Stop thinking too much.” Alan kissed her cheek, stretched his hand to

turn off the bedside lamp.

“I can't sleep.” She's not a heartless person. After finding out so many things, how could she sleep

peacefully? Her mind couldn't get rid of the tragic and bloody scene.

In the darkness, his tall and sturdy body overturned again. A hot and burning breath was winding

next to her ear, “It looks like we can do it again.”

If his little wife couldn't sleep, he had to give her a lullaby.

“No way. I'm tired.” Olive refused him using a muffled cute voice.

Alan wasn't willing to and gave a hidden smile as he gently put in a finger, “You are a small

hypocrite.”

The night is endless, feelings are strong, and love is deep.

The next day, both of them overslept. It's nine o'clock but nobody came to wake them up.

The house was quiet. The breakfast was already prepared on the dining table. A note was put under

the cup: Remember to warm up the breakfast when it's cold. Aoba and Chloe took Annie out to

play. We are at the store.

"Wifey, do you think that we also need to go somewhere and have fun?”

“No, I haven't been to the hotel for so many days. I should go and check on it.” Although Ted always

had work reports delivered to her every day, she’s still not at ease.

“I really hope Ken could find Old Norton's biological daughter as soon as possible, to avoid my wife

exert herself for him,” Alan said bitterly.

Olive was startled slightly, “Is there any clue?”

“It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. It's not that easy. Whether find her or not, it depends on

God's will.” As if it's not difficult to find someone with a name and surname, now even he had to

find a baby who didn't even have a name back then. His only clue was only a jade pendant, where

could he find her among the sea of people?

“What if you can't find her?”

“That's his fate. For his decision that time, he had to bear to be separated from his kin as a

consequence.”

“Won't it be too cruel...” Olive hesitated.

“I can only say that if he knew it would turn out this way, he wouldn't have done it. You reap what

you sow.”

“But don't people also have their difficulties?”

“That's why life is not perfect. But kiddo, I won't let your life have any more regrets.”

Olive scolded him, “You talk in roundabout ways, and never forget to brag about yourself after all.”

“I'm serious about it.” Didn't his expression look serious? Actually, she didn't believe him.