Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1070

It was said that when people were completely out of their minds, they said nothing but the truth.

Charlotte had broken down in front of her eyes.

Cecelia's expression was no longer shocked but stern.

"Charlotte, what do you mean? Who are you talking about? Who else knows about this?" Her voice turned so cold as she pursued the question.

Charlotte opened her mouth, and suddenly realized she had said the wrong thing.

She stammered, "What ... You misheard me. I didn't say anything."

"No way. I heard it loud and clear." Cecelia snapped, "Tell me now. When you say 'you all,' do you mean Rodney? Did he know something?"

"Did he?!" She shook Charlotte desperately.

From Charlotte's frightened, fearful, terrified eyes, she became more and more sure of her judgment.

At this moment, a clear light suddenly flashed across Cecelia's mind.

Yeah, how did she not think of it? Since Rodney had met Joyce and Rodney knew best what Mia looked like, he just needed to inquire a little about Joyce and know that Joyce was also from the same orphanage, and he would easily suspect that Joyce was likely to be her daughter.

So, after Rodney met Joyce in Riveria Haze, Rodney had been out every day as if he was already crazy. Was he out every day to ask about Joyce?

In the end, what did Rodney find out?

And why did he suddenly lose his footing and fall down the stairs at such a critical moment in his home?

On the same day, Charlotte was also accidentally hit by a car near their home.

She was on her way to the Capital when she received the call which told her Charlotte had been hit, so she turned around and rushed back to Khebury, and then she rushed to the Military Hospital. Luckily, Charlotte was fine and the baby was saved.

However, when she came home again...

Rodney was out of breath.

She would never forget what she saw that day.

Rodney curled up on the ground, and it was all blood behind the back of his head and there was a bowl-sized wound on his forehead. The crimson blood on the ground had dried up and she could smell it from far away.

On one side, Charlotte suddenly had a car accident.

On the other hand, so coincidentally, Rodney also lost his footing and died?

Now, nothing seemed to make sense.

She suddenly thought of the whole thing.

What Karl said when he came to the scene of Rodney's death.

Today, every word comes back clearly to her mind.

"It looks like the old Mr. Heath went up the stairs and fell backward and down the stairs."

She remembered she had asked Karl, "Upstairs? I thought Dad was in a hurry to answer the phone and hurried down the stairs before he accidentally fell down."

"No way. If that's the case, it wasn't like that on the back of his head. I am sure he was falling backward."

"Were it not for the fact that no one was home at that time, I would have thought the old Mr. Heath had been pushed down the stairs."

Pushed down the stairs?

Pushed down the stairs?!

Pushed down the stairs!

Cecelia's eyelids lifted sharply, her pupils contracted, and her heart was pounding hard.

Her brain had suddenly stopped working.

Karl, as keen as a detective should be, had clearly hinted at her at the time and he must have thought that something was fishy about Rodney's death. However, she was inclined not to think much about it. She simply thought that Rodney was the only one at home.

It could not be a homicide, she thought back then.

It hadn't occurred to her at all that someone could have gone to great lengths to cover up the murder.

God, she really never dreamed of it.