Chapter 1257: Chapter 1257
Abigail Thompson suddenly had a seizure, forcing the trial to be interrupted.
The group hurried to the hospital, Abigail showed signs of difficult labor and was imdiately moved into the operating room for a caesarean section.
Purple Sumrs and Marcel Jefferson waited outside for news. At this mont, Graham Burke approached Purple Sumrs and extended a hand to her.
“How did you guess?” Graham Burke opened his hand, revealing the Black Rose ring in his palm.
“It wasn’t a guess, it was a deduction.” Purple Sumrs took the ring from his hand, examining it closely, “Black Rose needed a scapegoat, so the ring had to appear on Sophia Wilson’s hand. Naked, throat cut, along with the identical ring, only in this way could it be linked to past victims.”
“Your deduction is not entirely accurate.” Graham Burke said, “The ring in Sophia Wilson’s hand was a copy made by Abigail Thompson. Abigail Thompson never gave away her own ring.”
Purple Sumrs looked up at him and asked, “Did Abigail Thompson confess?”
Graham Burke gently shook his head and stepped aside.
Purple Sumrs saw Sydney Bennett standing quietly a few steps behind Graham Burke with a smile on her face.
Graham Burke said, “Ms. Bennett has already turned herself in. As a condition for explaining the case, I agreed to wait until Abigail Thompson gave birth before arresting her.”
Graham Burke stepped aside, giving Sydney Bennett and Purple Sumrs space, while a few officers stood at the end of the corridor, occasionally looking over.
Sydney Bennett sat next to Purple Sumrs, gently exhaled, and smiled.
“I really didn’t expect it…” she said.
Purple Sumrs looked at her quietly, finally nodded, “Yes, I didn’t expect it either.”
Purple Sumrs handed the ring in her hand to Sydney Bennett and asked, “Does this ring hold any special aning?”
“A ring is just a ring. What aning could it have? Even if it holds so significance, it’s sothing that people forcibly attach to it.” Sydney Bennett took the ring and slowly put it on her finger, admiring it, “Roses represent love, whether red, white, yellow, or black, fundantally, they still represent love.”
“Do you love her?” Purple Sumrs asked.
“Yes.” Sydney Bennett answered softly, smiling, “Everything is wonderful when we’re together. The only regret is not being able to have a child, so we planned to have a child and then move abroad together, never to return. But…”
She chuckled and sighed, “But this whole thing is more disgusting than I imagined. That man tried to use the child in my belly to control , which really troubled . Within a few months, Abigail Thompson was also pregnant. We only needed one child. She asked if we should abort it. How could I let her endure that pain? I said, no, don’t worry about the one in my belly.”
Purple Sumrs felt a mont of confusion.
No wonder, even at seven months, she could ruthlessly decide to abort.
“Do you regret it?” Purple Sumrs asked her, “Although Abigail Thompson was not directly involved, she was conspiring. She will face legal punishnt. Your dream of living abroad may co to an end.”
Sydney Bennett’s smile was faint, nonchalantly shaking her head, “Living in this world, one has to have a sense of adventure.”
“But the risks you took were all built upon others’ suffering.” Purple Sumrs said, “Had Hans Geoffrey died, Abigail Thompson escaped a man, you shed suspicion from the Black Rose case, gaining love, freedom, and a child. You sched carefully and ambitiously.”
“Happiness without sacrifice is a gift from the heavens.” Sydney Bennett smiled brightly at Purple Sumrs, “Gifts are not frequent, most of the ti, happiness requires us to step on others’ bleeding wounds to obtain. Simonson Sumrs, you are no different.”
Purple Sumrs’ lips pressed tightly together, her gaze darkened.
The happy life she now enjoys is also buried beneath tragedies…
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