Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 506

"Cecelia, don't blame yourself too much. It could be just fate. Accidents happen all the time and we can't expect them. You are not God, you can't do everything. Even God has things he can't do. You are the most competent person I have ever met."

Joyce tried to comfort her. She still wondered, "What a coincidence it was that Ricky just happened to go to the Capital? It seemed that Ricky left Khebury in a hurry after they met, and Charlotte took the subway back to the Heath family alone. Since she became the daughter of the Heath family, she has never seen Charlotte take the subway, which is, in her eyes, only for the lower class."

In addition, Mr. Heath died so suddenly, and so coincidentally Charlotte also had a car accident at the same time.

Was it just that misfortunes never came singly?

She always felt something must be wrong.

Cecelia thanked her softly, "Joyce, thank you for comforting me. It makes me feel so much better to hear you say that."

"Are you afraid that Charlotte will be stimulated so you didn't tell her? She doesn't know about it even now? Otherwise, she must have returned home already." Joyce asked.

"Hmm. I was thinking that her placenta is currently unstable and she can't be stimulated any further. Tonight she is staying at the military hospital. I'll tell her tomorrow, or the day after, depending on what happens. Right now I can only keep it from her. Rodney is gone, and I can't lose Charlotte again," Cecelia said helplessly.

"You are so thoughtful." Joyce responded.

The other side.

The coroner walked Karl through the scene with him.

"Karl, the body does not have any other obvious traumatic injuries on his body. The fatal injuries are wounds to the back of the head and forehead, both from hitting the marble pillars of the stairs. He died of blood loss. That's for sure."

Karl walked back and forth on the stairs twice and asked, "Did he hit the back of his head first? When he got to the first floor, he hit his forehead again?"

The forensic scientist froze, thought for a moment, and returned, "That's right."

"So, Mr. Heath fell with his back towards the spinning staircase?" Karl simulated the movement and pointed to a residual blood stain in the corner, "Look at the blood here, it should be left by the back of his head."

"Right." The forensic scientist responded.

"It doesn't matter if the dead fell face first or back first down the stairs. There was no one else at home at the time. In fact, General Heath told us to come because the dead was, after all, the commander-in- chief of the military district, and the general did not want to announce the real cause of his death. To the outside world, he wants to claim that he died just a natural death. I hope you can understand." The coroner kindly reminded. This case could not be a murder, and there was no need to pursue the details of his death. The general precisely did not want the outside world to get involved and did not want the whole thing to be known by the media, so he wanted to solve the case within the military district itself.

"I know, and I understand. Sorry, out of professional habit, I like to extrapolate a bit. Please give me a copy of the photos and I'll take them to the police station for confidential backup. Don't worry, there's no way it will be leaked." Karl said.

"Okay, wait for me and I will ask the general." The coroner returned.

"Hmm." Karl nodded, "I'll look around again."

Out of his keen intuition, he always had an unusual feeling. The scene looked like Rodney did fall down the stairs by himself. He felt that something was wrong...