Chapter 998: Chapter 998: Heart-to-Heart Connection_1 Chapter 998: Chapter 998: Heart-to-Heart Connection_1 Purple Sumrs took the phone, and indeed, a piece of the case had cracked off, but it didn’t matter if it couldn’t be found; even if it were found, it couldn’t be put back.
“Thank you, Norton Young,” Purple Sumrs said, looking down at her phone with low spirits, “I’ll treat you to a al soday.”
“Ah, don’t ntion it…” Norton Young scratched the back of his head, feeling sowhat embarrassed, “I guess your phone wasn’t cheap, huh? Be more careful next ti… sit in the back so she won’t find you again.”
Norton Young also had an elective course and didn’t chat with Purple Sumrs for long, and hurriedly left.
Purple Sumrs didn’t have classes in the afternoon, so she took a car ho and had Manager Charles go out and buy her a new phone.
She wasn’t very savvy with electronic devices, and it took her quite a while fiddling in her room until she had installed all the necessary apps, and her email finally received the docunt Aria Jackson had sent.
Purple Sumrs skimd through it first, then picked out the statents and evidence records to examine them carefully.
The reason for the arrest was principally based on Jane McCain’s unique “voluntary confession.”
Such voluntary confessions were common in prison.
For example, there was a man imprisoned for theft who boasted to another inmate about how tough he was, unwittingly ntioning that he had committed murder during a burglary. After his cellmate reported this to the police, they verified that his story matched the details of an actual case, and the man was resentenced. Originally serving a five-year sentence, it turned into life imprisonnt.
Although Jane McCain was making up stories, the information she revealed while confessing to her new husband closely aligned with the details of the Catfish Dismbernt case, thus leading the police to determine it as a voluntary confession.
And just like that, Jane McCain’s story beca a confession statent.
Unless it could be proven that this story indeed had a source, the likelihood of the charges being substantiated was greatly increased.
Purple Sumrs checked her class schedule and then called Aria Jackson, “I don’t have classes on Friday afternoon, so I’ll go back to Clearwater to see Jane McCain. That way, with Saturday and Sunday, I’ll have two and a half days to deal with this.”
Aria’s voice betrayed her exhaustion, “We’d better hurry. Once the court hearing date is set, it ans exposure, news, dia pressure… all that ssy stuff.”
Every day, reporters lingered around the courthouse entrance, waiting for so sensational case to break.
“What about Jane McCain’s husband?” Purple Sumrs asked, “Has he confessed yet?”
“Yeah, that guy is a pervert, likes to make won fall deeply in love with him before killing them, no idea what he’s after,” Aria replied irritably and helplessly, “Sadly, he’s not the real Black Rose, which ans there’s still a pervert out there, free as a bird.”
“One fake Black Rose murderer reporting another fake dismbernt case murderer ans the real killer from the Catfish Dismbernt case is still at large,” Purple Sumrs sighed, “I hope we can catch one at least.”
After hanging up the phone, Purple Sumrs held a cup of brown sugar water, sipping it while reviewing Jane McCain’s case file.
The more she read, the more frustrated she beca.
A friend in trouble, a teacher picking on her, a broken phone, nstrual cramps, her beloved not by her side…
Purple Sumrs opened her phone contacts, scrolled to Alexander Sumrs’ na, and hesitated with her finger hovering in the air.
If she made the call… to tell him she missed him, would it seem too pretentious?
Purple Sumrs always held back, reluctant to express her feelings aloud.
As she was hesitating, her phone suddenly rang, and it was Alexander calling.
He often called her, but this ti, Purple Sumrs was thoroughly surprised.
They casually chatted about what they ate today, what they did, repeating trivial topics that were savored with gusto.
Just idly chatting, they talked for nearly forty minutes.
After hanging up, Purple Sumrs felt relaxed both body and mind, her stomach seemingly not hurting as much.
The taste of mutual understanding was wonderful, but in reality, where is there so much mutual understanding in this world? It’s all about intention.
Alexander Sumrs watched Purple Sumrs on the surveillance video, sneaking laughs at her phone with a cute expression, and motioned to soone beside him, “Go check why madam has changed her phone.”
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