"Joyce, I'm truly happy for you. It’s just unbearable that they mistook you for a murderer!" Charlotte feigned indignation, "Finally, the facts were cleared up today."
Joyce shrugged, her beautiful eyes narrowed, looking straight at Charlotte, "I have never done such a thing, and I must track down the killer, and let grandma rest in peace. As long as I live, I will never give up."
After a pause, Joyce continued, "Charlotte, the day of Grandma's accident, you had also seen Grandma at noon, nothing unusual?"
When Joyce spoke, a cold light crossed her eyes, and Charlotte could not help but shudder.
Charlotte only felt the sweat stand up, and surprisingly felt somewhat guilty in her heart.
She bit her lip, "The police also asked me, but I really did not notice anything unusual. When I left, Grandma went back to bed. After I found out that Grandma was killed, I also kept thinking back, but there was nothing. I also blame myself, if only I could see some clues."
"What did Grandma say when she saw you?" Luther asked, raising his eyes.
"The usual small talk about family, asking how my mom is, asking what I usually like to do, what I like to eat, and so on." Charlotte said back.
"Oh, yeah?" Luther's long, shrewd eyes narrowed.
He didn't feel right. With his grandmother's personality, how could she possibly meet Charlotte alone to ask such trivial things about her family? It was even more impossible for her to ask Charlotte such questions as what she liked to eat. So, was Charlotte hiding something?
At that moment, Jacqueline and Shelly seemed to hear Charlotte's voice from the lounge.
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