Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 924 - The Unthinkable Truth_1

Chapter 924: Chapter 924: The Unthinkable Truth_1

Chapter 924: Chapter 924: The Unthinkable Truth_1

“The only reason these two individuals are being accused of murder is that someone has died, and as far as the current clues are concerned, apart from the delivery person who called the police, only Noelle Nichols and Henry Jameson went to the victim’s home, making them the prime suspects.”

Purple Summers paused and let out a faint laugh.

“The defense attorney claims that it was Henry Jameson acting alone, but this makes no sense. Henry Jameson had just been in a big argument with Sean Patterson. When he returned to the villa, it would have been a miracle for Sean not to kick him out, so how could Sean possibly drink the wine laced with sleeping pills by Henry?

Now, let’s consider the prosecution’s conjecture. Ah, it sounds flawless indeed. Sean trusted Noelle immensely, and if Noelle poured the drink, Sean would certainly have drunk it willingly. But don’t forget, what’s Noelle’s motive? Is it those sex videos?”

Purple Summers intentionally paused for a moment, and the jury members all watched her intently, awaiting what would come next.

“LN1021—that’s the computer password,” Purple continued, “If anyone has seen the defendant’s personal information, they might remember, defendant Noelle Nichols’ birthday is on October 21st, and LN, that stands for Lina. I can tell you, all of Sean’s passwords—his email account, his bank account, his phone lock, and so on—all his passwords consist of nothing but various combinations of Lina and the birth date.

This is a man with no secrets from Noelle. For her to get access to the videos on the computer was a piece of cake. She only needed to turn on the computer and enter her name and birthday. It’s that simple. Why would she need to kill anyone? What reason does she have to commit murder? What good does killing Sean do her?”

Purple Summers’ gaze slowly swept across the faces of the jury members: “There are many small and subtle anomalies in these stories, which remain unexplained. For example, if two people had jointly carried an unconscious Sean up to the second floor, there should be clear grip marks, yet why does the autopsy report show no such thing?

And why is there so much accumulated water near the bathtub? Following the logical sequence, they would have first carried the unconscious Sean into the bathtub, removed his clothes, then turned on the faucet. Doing this wouldn’t splash water around, and the water level in the tub wouldn’t have been enough to overflow. There are no signs of a struggle in the bathroom, so where did all that water come from?”

Purple Summers spread her hands helplessly: “You must all be wondering now, if it wasn’t Henry Jameson and it wasn’t Noelle Nichols, then who did kill Sean Patterson? Indeed, I do have another version of the story—Sean killed himself.”

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The crowd erupted into murmurs.

The members of the jury looked shocked while the gallery became abuzz with discussions.

Unconcerned, Purple continued: “After Noelle and Henry left, Sean ordered some takeout, then crushed sleeping pills into a powder and mixed it into his drink. The delivery would take around 30 minutes, with the sleeping pills taking effect in 20 to 30 minutes. He timed it perfectly, drank the wine with the sleeping pills, went up to the second floor, undressed, lay in the bathtub, and filled it with hot water, silently waiting.

Have you wondered what he was waiting for? He was waiting for the delivery person. When the delivery person arrived, they would find him on the brink of drowning. By then, the pills would have taken effect; he would be unconscious and sent to the hospital. Once he accused Henry Jameson of murder, even if the court couldn’t convict Henry, he could instill doubt in Noelle’s heart.

Why would he do such a thing? Because he loved Noelle. He wanted to stop the wedding the next day. Not only that, but he also wanted to use Noelle’s trust in him to drive a wedge between her and Henry Jameson!

But he miscalculated one detail—the delivery person was late that night! He realized something was wrong and tried to get out of the tub, but his body was too weak from soaking in the hot water, combined with the effects of the sleeping pills; he couldn’t stand up! He struggled, splashing water around, but in the end, he still drowned in the bathtub!—This, this is the truth! A truth that sounds improbable, but is the most logical of them all!”