Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 1032 Savior Complex_1

Purple Summers walked out of the interrogation room and saw Christopher Simonson talking with a police officer.

Due to Violet Nelson’s sudden arrest, Old Mrs. Graves had a high blood pressure attack on the spot, and Christopher Simonson and Old Master Simonson went to the hospital immediately. It wasn’t until Old Mrs. Graves’s condition had stabilized that Christopher Simonson had the time to hurry to the police station.

When Christopher Simonson saw Purple Summers come out, he immediately walked over and asked, "What’s going on now? Has Violet explained everything to you clearly?"

"She said she was at the lumber mill at the time of the crime," Purple Summers said. "The area near the lumber mill is desolate, with no surveillance cameras. Unless someone testifies to having seen Violet Nelson there, she has no alibi, which is very unfavorable for her."

Hearing this, Christopher Simonson’s brow furrowed, his expression becoming even more somber.

Noticing his complexion, Purple Summers tentatively asked, "How is Old Mrs. Graves now?"

"The same old problem, now it’s still relatively stable," Christopher Simonson sighed. "Once Old Mrs. Graves wakes up, she will definitely want to see Violet."

"I will apply for her bail, so she can stay at home before the trial and also take care of Old Mrs. Graves," Purple Summers said.

Growing up in the Presidential Palace, the police station wouldn’t give Violet Nelson too hard a time, given Christopher Simonson’s face.

Purple Summers then went to see the prosecutor in charge of the case to inquire about the charges the prosecution was preparing against Violet Nelson.

The prosecutor said the tentative charge was second-degree murder.

Second-degree murder carries a lighter punishment than first-degree murder and typically refers to murders that are not premeditated.

Taking into account that Lysander Russell died from falling out of his own home, the prosecution felt that the likelihood of deliberate murder was not high; it was more likely that an argument had broken out between the two, and in the midst of the altercation, Violet Nelson accidentally pushed him out the window, which makes more sense.

Even if it’s manslaughter, it’s still murder, and second-degree murder is punishable by 20 years to life imprisonment.

After learning this, Purple Summers didn’t say anything and left with an indifferent expression.

She went straight home.

Cedric Spencer, the steward, was sitting in the front seat of the car. Seeing Purple Summers’s poor complexion through the rearview mirror, he hesitated before speaking, "Miss... are you alright?"

"I’m fine." Purple Summers let out a breath gently and said in a low voice, "I just didn’t expect Violet Nelson to be so ruthless."

She had always thought that the tension between her and Violet Nelson was merely a matter of disapproval, not deep-seated hatred.

It was like Old Mrs. Graves looking down on her, always showing her a cold shoulder, or like Victoria Morrison harboring grudges and taking revenge on her whenever an opportunity arose.

These were all quite normal.

But to involve a murder case just to get back at her was beyond Purple Summers’s expectations.

She had never even considered this possibility.

No normal person would think this way!

To dislike someone, one might curse them, hit them, sabotage them, harm them, but why drag another person into it? Wasn’t Violet Nelson going to marry Lysander Russell?

Thinking of these matters weighed heavily on Purple Summers’s heart.

Alexander Summers had been coming back more often lately, with his plane constantly flying in and out, as if fuel costs were nothing.

He noticed Purple Summers’s gloom and asked her what was the matter.

Purple Summers then recounted everything to him in detail.

"She insists on me defending her in court, surely there’s a trap waiting for me to fall into. If I don’t take the case, others will think I am heartless; if I do, I have no choice but to win. Otherwise, not only will the people at the Presidential Palace have hard feelings, but outsiders will also think I deliberately didn’t do my best to defend her. But if I win... No, Violet Nelson won’t let me win; she hasn’t played her trump card yet."

Having said all this, Purple Summers sighed deeply, feeling extremely downhearted, "Lysander Russell’s death can’t be detached from Violet Nelson. If it wasn’t for her targeting me, would Lysander Russell still be alive?"

Alexander Summers was silent for a while, then he touched Purple Summers’s head gently, "Is your savior complex acting up again? Shall I help you with that?" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

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