Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 588 - Persuasion_1

Chapter 588: Chapter 588 Persuasion_1

Camilla Farrell and the president of the union gasped in unison.

They both found it horrific!

In their own home, without any warning, without any reason, to suddenly lose two small lives!

After carrying for ten months and finally anticipating the birth, the children, only a few months in their mother’s embrace, just like that, lost their lives! This was indeed eerily terrifying.

“Why didn’t the Douglas Family call the police!” Camilla Farrell couldn’t help but express her righteous indignation, “Norman Douglas himself is a judge, can’t he see the abnormality in this incident?”

“Maybe it’s the confusion of those closely involved, or perhaps it’s an intentional cover-up,” Purple Summers said. “According to Riley Montgomery’s account, someone picked up the children from the stroller and threw them down the stairs to their death after she fell and fainted. Norman Douglas finds it hard to accept this claim. Being a judge, he values tangible evidence and motive. He believes that the servants of the Douglas Family are very loyal and would not harm his wife and child.”

“What about the baseball?” Camilla Farrell asked, “At least the baseball can prove that Riley Montgomery didn’t fall on her own, that someone wanted to harm her!”

Purple Summers silently shook her head.

Camilla Farrell realized, “They didn’t find the baseball?”

“When the servants discovered them, they immediately called an ambulance to take the adults and children to the hospital.” Purple Summers sighed, “Afterwards, no baseball was found nearby, and at that time Riley Montgomery was greatly distressed, speaking somewhat incoherently… The psychiatrist believes she could be in a state of denial because she is unable to face the death of the children, concocting a murder story, plunging herself into a pathological panic. The servants of the Douglas Family, they also think that Mrs. Douglas, while holding the children and looking at the tulips, accidentally fell and caused the death of the children.”

“Is it possible… that she really was sick?” the president hesitated, “After all, so far, we have no conclusive proof.”

The president of the union, being good friends with Camilla Farrell but not familiar with Purple Summers, also had limited trust in her.

Purple Summers didn’t reply directly but instead looked toward Camilla Farrell and pointing at the sketched flower garden steps on the paper, asked, “Mrs. Farrell, if you took your child to a place like this, what would you do?”

Mrs. Farrell frowned, “These stairs are too steep, I would probably push the stroller straight away from here.”

“That’s what Riley Montgomery thought as well. She was just passing by and didn’t plan on staying there,” Purple Summers said.

Looking at the president of the union, Purple Summers continued, “There is a special area in our brains called the anterior cingulate cortex, which can detect subtle changes in our surroundings and serve as an early warning system, making us feel fear or apprehension. For instance, when we come to steep stairs like these, we instinctively slow down to avoid falling. It’s a self-protective mechanism.

I specially asked the servants of the Douglas Family, this section of stairs has been in the Douglas house for six years, and in those six years except for Mrs. Douglas, not a single person ever fell there. On the contrary, it’s often in other unremarkable places around the house where people bump or trip.”

Mrs. Douglas should have been even more careful since she was with her children at the time. Even if she really was that careless and fell while carrying the child down the stairs, the end result should not have been like this—” Purple summers emphasized two spots on the paper.

“A mother’s instinct would make her subconsciously hold the child tightly the moment she falls, but the positions where she and the children fell are about two meters apart, which is very unusual.”

Having said that, Purple Summers brought up one last point of doubt, “Not long ago, the house where Riley Montgomery lived had its windows shattered by a baseball. At that time, she was sunbathing by the window with her child. Fortunately, she was able to protect the infant with her body in time, preventing any harm.”

The president was finally persuaded and nodded, “I will prepare the relevant materials as soon as I get back, and by the day after tomorrow at the latest, arrangements will be made for her accommodation and a lawyer to assist her.”

“Thank you,” Purple Summers breathed a sigh of relief.

At last, she had not failed the trust placed in her by Mrs. Douglas.