At that thought, Natalie’s hands tightened around her cell phone as fear struck her. Stark terror showed in her eyes.
Connor slipped off the chair and walked over to her. Taking her hand, he asked, “What’s wrong, Mommy? What exactly did you see?”
Likewise, Sharon stared at her while blinking her eyes.
However, Natalie didn’t want to frighten the children, so she wasn’t planning on telling them about it. Inhaling deeply, she stifled the fear within her and caressed Connor’s head with a smile. “I’m fine, so just continue eating. You’ve got to go to school when you’re done.”
Knowing that she didn’t want to tell them, Connor pouted. “Got it.”
Then, he went back to his seat.
Natalie sat back down as well. She dipped her eyes and stared at the cell phone in her hands with a conflicted expression on her face.
Logically speaking, she should be showing Shane the video and lodging a police report for deliberate homicide.
But at the thought of Mr. Gunn, she wavered because he did her a favor back then.
Although it was Shane who phoned Mr. Gunn, I can’t deny that he had indeed done me a favor since it was me who wanted to see the case file. And Jacqueline is his great-granddaughter, so I should take that into consideration. Argh! Alright, to repay the debt of gratitude I owe him, I’ll keep this video to myself.
Having made up her mind, she sighed and put her cell phone away.
I really hope that it was just a one-time mistake last night, and she won’t do such a thing again in the future. Otherwise, I’ll definitely lodge a police report and hand this video over as evidence.
Out of the blue, her cell phone rang.
Natalie composed herself before taking out the cell phone she had just put away a moment ago.
It was a call from Joyce. Thinking that it must be about the matter yesterday, she promptly answered the call. “Hello, Joyce.”
“I’ve got good news, Nat! The warehouseman and team leader have been apprehended!” Joyce’s ecstatic voice rang out from the phone.
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