Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 575 - Lack of Morality_1
Chapter 575: Chapter 575 Lack of Morality_1
Jane McCain analyzed to Purple Summers, “By the looks of her, she’s either a maid or a nanny. If something happens to Mrs. Douglas and the child, Mr. Douglas will definitely rely heavily on this woman. Then, she’ll have the opportunity to step in!”
Purple Summers smiled wryly.
“Don’t laugh,” Jane said seriously. “Before I came here, I specifically read several detective novels. To investigate a case, you must start with the motive. I think this woman has a very strong motive. Young Master Douglas is Norman’s son from his first wife, the current Mrs. Douglas’s stepson. Can a stepson’s nanny be on the same page as the new wife? Obviously not.”
“Hmm, your analysis makes a lot of sense,” Purple Summers chuckled. “However, I don’t think she looks like a maid or a nanny. She’s dressed quite elaborately.”
Jane listened and then looked carefully with narrowed eyes, having a realization, “That’s true… The scarf around her neck isn’t cheap; a servant couldn’t afford it. But… she doesn’t seem to be a relative of the Douglas Family either.”
The two of them were talking back and forth and had already attracted the other party’s attention.
The woman, leading a little boy with a puzzled expression, approached and asked, “You two are…”
“Hello, we are here to visit Mrs. Douglas with Prosecutor Allen Rivera,” Purple Summers said with a smile.
“Visit Mrs. Douglas?” The woman frowned and spoke in a very unwelcoming tone, “Another one here to investigate? How many times must I say it, Mrs. Douglas has depression! She has paranoid delusions! No one in this house wants to harm her. She locks herself up, and every now and then she has a fit, disturbing the peace of the whole family!”
Purple Summers and Jane were momentarily speechless.
“You are…” Jane curiously asked.
“I’m Bastian’s tutor,” the woman replied, touching the little boy’s head by her side, frowning in complaint, “With the police being called here every other day, the child can’t even get a good night’s sleep. It’s despicable…”
It wasn’t clear if she was cursing Mrs. Douglas who called the police or Prosecutor Allen Rivera who was called by the police.
Purple Summers asked her, “Do you know where the tulip garden is?”
The tutor casually pointed in a direction and then left with the boy named Bastian, her face full of annoyance as if Purple Summers and Jane McCain bore the plague.
The little boy turned his head to look back at them, his eyes glistening with curiosity, dark and bright.
“That woman is so annoying! With her attitude, how can she be a private tutor?” Jane couldn’t help but grumble as soon as the woman was out of sight.
Just then, the little boy looked back at them and Jane forced her anger down, feeling embarrassed to lose her temper in front of a child.
“…Such a person will definitely lead the child astray,” Jane muttered to Purple Summers in a low voice, still very angry.
“Let it be, we’re here as guests; there’s no need to get angry with her,” Purple Summers comforted her.
“I think she’s very likely the murderer,” Jane speculated, feeling more and more suspicious of the tutor. “No, I have to investigate this.”
Purple Summers brought Jane along purely for company and did not expect her to be so proactive in the investigation. She asked curiously, “How do you plan to find out?”
“In matters of the household, one must inquire with the servants,” Jane said proudly, decisively stating, “You wait. I’ll make sure to bring back information for you and Prosecutor Allen Rivera!”
With that, Jane turned and left, brimming with confidence, as if ready to take on a great task.
Purple Summers couldn’t help but smile.
Jane could sometimes be careless but at other times extremely shrewd—she might just uncover some useful clues.
Purple Summers headed to the tulip garden alone.
The Douglas Family’s tulip garden was terraced, built along a stairway on both sides, flowing downward like a cascade of flowers. The distinctive color patterns of the tulips made it even more pleasing to the eye.
It was said that this garden was Mrs. Douglas’s pride and joy.
Purple Summers stood beside the stairs, her mind not on the beautiful flowers around her.
—Mrs. Douglas’s second child to die prematurely had met his end here.
