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.”

"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...