You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 207

"No." Charlotte immediately shook her head. Suddenly, she realized that she answered too quickly, and

she hastily added, "I have thought back on what happened that day after I heard about Stephanie's

death, and I really can't think of anything unusual."

"I checked the tea room, and from the order in which the tea sets were arranged, it looked like your tea

drinking ended quite abruptly halfway through. May I ask, why did you finish early?" At this moment, a

sharp light reflected from Karl's eyes, staring straight at Charlotte.

Charlotte was stunned, not expecting Karl to ask such a question at all.

Indeed, Stephanie got up and left abruptly that day after she began to suspect her. It had never

occurred to her that she needed to rearrange the tea set. She didn't expect Karl to be so perceptive as

to notice such a trace.

She hesitated and froze for a moment before saying, "Grandma suddenly said she was sleepy. So I

helped her into her room to sleep." NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

"So, you've been in Stephanie's room, too?" Karl asked lightheartedly as he took notes.

And by now, Charlotte's heartbeat had gradually spiked.

All of them were questions she didn't expect.

She realized that she had made a mistake in her answer. Perhaps she should not have answered that

she had helped Stephanie to her room but should have said that she had left directly. But what was

said could not be changed.

"Yes, I went in there," Charlotte replied stiffly.

"What was Stephanie doing while you were gone?" Karl asked again.

"She, she was ready to lie down and go to sleep." Charlotte felt as if she was in a trap already, unable

to get out of his seductive inquiry.

"So, did Stephanie lie down or not?" Karl raised his eyes again and looked into Charlotte's watery eyes.

Charlotte once again panicked. After all, it was her first time killing, and even if she had prepared for it,

in front of such an inquiry, it was inevitable that she would make mistakes here and there.

"Officer Karl, what do you mean by asking these questions? Do you suspect me?" Charlotte sulked and

bit her lip to question, "Can I refuse to answer?"

"Huh." Karl laughed, "You can refuse to answer, I'm just asking routinely. You can tell me what you

know, or you can choose not to say anything. You are a Heath, the police have no right to question you

much, the decision is yours."

"I can't remember, maybe Grandma had lied down," Charlotte answered with a frown. Karl's words

sound eerie, and she thought it would be more appropriate to answer, lest he could be suspicious.

"What other questions do you have?" Charlotte was clearly impatient. Annoyed, she picked up the

hand-ground coffee in front of her and took a sip.

"Is it convenient to reveal the exact content of your chat? She is a far cry from your age. Why did she

want to see you alone." Karl asked curiously as he twirled the pen in his hand.

"Sorry, it's not convenient to tell you that." Charlotte coldly rebuffed.

She had expected Karl to ask more questions, but to her surprise, Karl closed the computer and said

respectfully, "Thank you for your cooperation. We have taken your statement, goodbye."

After saying that, Karl left the cubicle without looking back.

Leaving Charlotte behind with a puzzled look on her face.

On a hunch, he always felt there was something wrong. From the scene, Stephanie should be sitting

on the bed and falling to the ground, instead of lying down and then falling to the ground. He could not

think of a connection. Although Stephanie died when Charlotte had long left…

But he always felt that Charlotte was not simple. From the conversation just now, he also noticed a few

flaws in Charlotte’s statement. Stephanie's meeting with her was definitely not that simple…