Chapter 509

Karl was keenly aware of Joyce's intentions. They hadn't seen

Charlotte when they came in earlier, and Charlotte had suddenly

returned, so he was able to try her a bit.

"There's really nothing suspicious about the scene.” Karl said, "It looks

like Mr. Heath was going up the stairs, and he fell backward down the

stairs."

"Upstairs?" Cecelia asked in surprise, “I thought Dad fell down because

he was in a hurry to answer the phone and was in a hurry to get

downstairs."

"No way. If that's the case, his back of the head would never be like

that. I'm pretty sure he definitely fell backward.” Karl used the word

“definitely”. He rarely uses such absolute words.

Charlotte's eyelids were “popping” at this point. Damn it, she hadn't

thought of that! Indeed, Rodney was bending over to pick up the

toothbrush with his back to the stairs, when he was pushed down the

stairs by her sneak attack.

Cecelia frowned lightly, “Falling backward? But when I came back, I

saw Dad lying here with his crutches still in the middie of the stairs.

Surprisingly, Dad would fall down on his back if he was on crutches

going up the stairs?"

"Yes, so it's a bit weird." Karl mentioned lightly, "I was told that no one

was at home at that time, otherwise I would have thought Mr. Heath

had been pushed down the stairs."

After saying that, his gaze fell fixedly on Charlotte.

The sharp words came out.

Charlotte's breath got caught in her throat and her pupils contracted.

She tried her best to conceal her mood swings, and she knew that she

could not show anything in front of Karl.

At that moment Karl was looking at her, and she had to feign

composure and pretended to be surprised, "No way?"

Cecelia also froze, "What?"

Karl waved his hand, "Sorry to startle you all. It's my occupational

hazard. I was just hypothesizing about what would happen if someone

was home. Since Mr. Heath was the only one at home, he must have

fallen down the stairs accidentally.”

"Oh." Cecelia understood, and she didn't think much of it. It was true

that no one was home at the time of the incident, and the officers Ralph

had brought in had checked the surveillance.

Even if there was someone, they were all family, and who would lay

hands on an old man? She had always done everything herself, and

the maids at home would only clean the rooms when she was there.

They were after all a family of warlords, and for security and

confidentiality reasons, she never left her maids alone at home.

Charlotte took a deep breath. Just now she almost forgot to breathe

because she was nervous, and nearly choked when she inhaled the air

violently.

She coughed a few times, and to hide her abnormality, she deliberately

said, "Karl really scared me just now."

"Sorry. Couldn't be of much help. I was told that the Heath family did

not want to make this public. So, it's not convenient to involve the

police." Karl confirmed.

"Yes, that is what the General is considering at the moment. Our family

is in a unique situation and I hope Karl will understand.” Cecelia

expressed her apologies.

"Hmm. Sure." Karl took a business card from his briefcase and handed

it to Cecelia, "Here's my card. If Ms. Hurley changes your mind or

wants a professional forensic team to carefully investigate the scene,

feel free to contact me."

"Good."