“I’ve never seen such a shameless woman.”
“You say the recording is fake, so why not hand over the video to the police for investigation?”
“I feel sorry for her husband.”
Bernard glanced at the barrage of comments in the live stream, his face looking terribly upset. Avery snatched Bernard’s phone and shouted at the screen, “What do you know? She’s framing me. You have no idea how malicious she is!”
“Where have you hidden the camera? Turn it off now. This is a breach of privacy, and I’ll sue you for this!”
Despite everything, she was still defiant.
Seeing her flailing about guiltily, I didn’t forget to remind Egbert.
“Don’t you want to know the truth about your mother’s death? I’ll call the police. I don’t mind.”
Shortly after, Wilcox took us all back to the police station for questioning.
Meanwhile, Wilcox had already sent people to investigate Egbert’s home and the hospital where his mother died.
It turned out that the balcony from which Madam Alcott had fallen bore no trace of me, but instead, strands of hair similar to Avery’s hair color were found.
When questioned by the police, Avery simply said that it was her home, and it was normal for her hair to be found there.
Then, the officer brought another piece of news. Half a fingerprint was found on Madam Alcott’s oxygen tube, not matching any hospital staff’s, and the hospital’s surveillance tape was gone, making it impossible to know who had touched her oxygen tube.
Hearing this, Egbert exploded, ordering his men, “Go and check, from the hospital surveillance cameras to the street cameras, everyone who entered and exited the hospital during that time period. Check them one by one! I must find this person!”
I gave his good friend Bernard a cool look. “Isn’t all this effort unnecessary?”
Egbert snapped, “What tricks are you playing now?”
I rolled my eyes. Egbert clearly didn’t get the hint. “Don’t you think someone among us appeared very abruptly? The one who stabs in the back is often the one you trust.”
Egbert’s gaze swept over Archibald, Avery, and Bernard, finally resting on Bernard.
“You go for the fingerprint comparison,” Egbert told Bernard, not as a suggestion, but a command.
Bernard turned pale. “You don’t trust me? Don’t you remember how we grew up like real brothers?”
Avery added fuel to the fire. “Yes, honey, if your mother knew you doubted Bernard like this, she’d be upset too. After all, she watched him grow up.”
Her speaking only made Egbert grit his teeth. “Drag him for the fingerprint comparison.”
“If I’m wrong, I owe you an apology, but if you really were involved in killing my mother, I will never forgive you. You’re done for,” Egbert said, watching Bernard being dragged away.
After a while, Egbert looked long at the fingerprint comparison report. The report confirmed the fingerprint on Madam Alcott’s oxygen tube was Bernard’s.
Bernard was also caught on camera entering and exiting the hospital.
Everything suddenly became clear. No wonder Bernard had rushed over and smelled so strongly of disinfectant.
Egbert swung a punch at Bernard’s face.
With everything now out in the open, I also pulled out another phone and handed it to Egbert. “You wanted to see all the chat records between your wife and me, right? They’re all here.”