Before she could finish, the police officer cut in. “Ms. Smith, do you have any evidence?”
He stood facing Natalie with a stern expression on his face while blocking Susan from getting to Natalie.
Natalie shook her head. “No, I don’t have evidence, but there are a few doubtful points.”
She proceeded to reveal her doubts.
As the police officer listened to her explanation, his frown deepened. In the end, he summoned his captain.
The captain stretched his hand out. “Ms. Smith, thank you for providing this important clue. If you’re right, then this case isn’t just a simple suicide case.”
“You don’t have to thank me. I’m also curious as to she is dead or alive,” replied Natalie as she reached out to take his hand politely.
Before she could give his hand a shake, another hand reached out to take the captain’s hand.
Both Natalie and the captain were taken aback by this sudden interruption.
Natalie flashed a smile as she realized that Shane was being possessive of her again. He didn’t want her to shake the captain’s hand.
It seemed that the captain realized what was going on too. Hence, he retracted his hand awkwardly.
Right then, Susan tugged the captain’s hand and urged, “What are you talking about? You mean Jas didn’t die? That person who committed suicide wasn’t her?”
The captain put on a straight face. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t what we meant. It’s just our suspicion for now.”
Susan shook her head vehemently. “That’s impossible. When Jas leaped out the window, I had just returned with some food. She bade goodbye to me through when I was outside the door.”
“You mean you saw Jasmine Smith sitting on the windowsill?” the captain questioned.
Both Shane and Natalie glanced at her at the same time.
Susan’s lips parted. “I didn’t see that. The door was closed, and I only heard her voice. When I pushed the door open, she was no longer there.”
After saying that, she suddenly squatted and covered her face, wailing sorrowfully.
Natalie knew she wasn’t lying.
That could only mean one thing—Susan had no idea if Jasmine was the one who jumped off the building.
Since Jasmine hated Susan, it was normal if she chose not to reveal her scheme to the latter.
“She didn’t see Jasmine, so we can’t be sure that Jasmine was the one who committed suicide. The corpse is beyond recognizable, so the only way is to run a DNA test,” declared Shane.
The captain nodded. “Mr. Shane’s right. I’ll notify the coroner about that. When the results come out, I’ll inform you right away.”
Shane hummed in acknowledgement and glanced at Natalie. “Come, let’s go.”
“Alright.” Natalie beamed and took his arm to leave.
Everyone ignored Susan. No one bothered to talk or look at her.
They walked to the road, Shane whipped his car keys out and pressed the button. “Get in my car. I’ll send someone to drive your car back for you.”
“Alright.” Natalie shrugged nonchalantly and climbed into his car.
Shane got into his car as well. After buckling his seatbelt, he started the engine.
On the way back to her studio, Natalie’s stomach started rumbling. The sound reverberated inside the car.
At once, Natalie’s cheeks turned red as she touched her stomach shyly. “Err, I—”
Shane interjected with a frown, “You didn’t have lunch?”
Natalie nodded timidly.
“Why didn’t you have lunch?” Shane’s expression darkened in disapproval.
Rolling down the window slightly, Natalie took in the chilly air outside and replied, “When I was about to have lunch, I received news of Jasmine’s suicide. After watching the video online, I lost my appetite.”
“Let’s go eat something now. What would you like to have?” Shane gave her the side-eye.
