Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 854 - Catching Bugs_1
Chapter 854 -854 Catching Bugs_1
Caitlin Carter went upstairs to Purple Summers’s room, leaving the rest to chat in the living room.
The conversation mainly revolved around Purple Summers, with the Carter Family praising her without end, and the Simonson Family offering their modest and polite pleasantries.
Old Mister Carter said, “It’s all thanks to Miss Purple Summers that we got the autopsy report from the forensic doctor, proving that someone else buried the body! Otherwise, who knows how many years my family from north shore would have spent in jail.”
Old Mrs. Carter, puzzled, asked, “How did a little girl get her hands on the autopsy report, bypassing the police?”
“Because the deceased was my mom,” Autumn Carter perked up with energy and beamed, “Sister Purple said, even though she wasn’t my biological mother, by right I am considered the family of the deceased and could ask a lawyer to intervene and access it! We drafted a power of attorney, and then we could see it!
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Sister Purple is so amazing, she immediately felt something was off when she saw it, saying the autopsy report was too simple. Either the forensic doctor was slacking, or the police had removed some information, so we went straight to that forensic doctor! We got the original version of the report from him!”
Old Mrs. Carter was speechless: “During those days when she took you out every day, wasn’t it to play? You guys went to see the forensic doctor?”
Autumn Carter’s mouth puckered in a hurt expression: “Grandma Simonson, we weren’t playing, we were working hard on investigating the case, running to so many places!”
“Then Autumn is quite impressive,” Christopher Simonson said with a smile, praising the little girl, “At such a young age, she was able to help Sister Purple with the investigation. Autumn is really remarkable.”
“Of course! I’m amazing, Sister Purple was so useless when catching bugs! She was so scared she started crying!” Autumn boasted proudly, seeking praise, “Later, I caught several, and that cheered Sister up and stopped her from crying.”
Everyone was baffled, wondering why they suddenly needed to catch bugs.
“You child!” The senior Carters were both amused and exasperated, ruffling their granddaughter’s hair, “How can you speak of your Sister Purple like that?”
Christopher Simonson asked little Autumn: “Why did you guys have to catch bugs?”
“It was… there was an old man.” Autumn Carter recalled in a somewhat confused way, “Sister said he was an entomologist, and he was supposed to help us identify the insect eggs seen in the autopsy photos. But the old man said he was too busy and didn’t have time, and then somehow, it turned into us helping him catch bugs…”
Autumn Carter pursed her lips and complained: “That old man was really awful, he had us catch a type of bug in the ravines for days, and only then would he agree to do the identification for us, such a miser.”
Upon hearing this, Christopher Simonson felt a heavy sink in his heart; he remembered those days when Purple would return home grimy and disheveled.
Old Master Simonson and Grandma Simonson’s expressions also changed subtly, they must have thought of the same thing.
Back then, they were preoccupied with preparations for Violet Nelson, not questioning or caring about Purple Summers, assuming she was just out having fun with Autumn Carter. They never imagined that Purple, for the sake of an identification report, had spent her days catching bugs in the wild, in the woods.
She must have fallen, her clothes soiled with dirt, her hair entangled by twigs; she and Autumn searched for insects among the stones and leaves, possibly screaming at the sudden appearance of a bug. She even cried from fright, appearing all disheveled, yet she said nothing, silently cleaning herself when she returned, seeking no help from anyone.
She’d rather put her trust in a ten-year-old girl than any member of the Simonson family.
Christopher Simonson couldn’t describe the feeling in his heart.
Old Mrs. Carter stroked her granddaughter’s head and chuckled, “This child always dreams of being a detective. This time her dream truly came true.”
But Autumn Carter said, “I never want to be a detective again. Running around getting certifications and reports is nothing like in the cartoons, not fun at all!”
Everyone was amused by her childlike candor.
Christopher Simonson laughed too, but his heart was tinged with bitterness.
