Chapter 585

Chapter 585“How's the investigation going?” Shane asked.
Silas' face turned serious as he said, “I looked around at the site. It looks like Ms. Lawrence was alone
when she fell. Of course, I won't rule out the possibility that Harrison and his wife had gotten rid of the
evidence that they were there.”
The former narrowed his eyes at that.
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couple can definitely get rid of any disadvantageous evidence and act as though Ms. Lawrence had
fallen on her own before calling the cops.”
“So we still can't tell the truth about Yulia's death?” Shane's face darkened as he spoke.
Silas nodded. “That's right. We don't have enough evidence to prove that Harrison and his wife had
pushed her down, nor can we prove that she had fallen herself. That's why we're stuck. If we can't find
out the truth about what happened within the stipulated deadline...”
“Then we'll have to close the case with the conclusion that Yulia had fallen down the stairs on her own.”
Shane completed Silas' sentence.
Natalie pushed open the door just as the assistant was about to reply. Her eyes were red as she
exclaimed, “That's unacceptable!”
She still didn't think that her mothers had fallen down the stairs on her own.
“You heard?” Shane stared at her.
She murmured a “Yes,” before adding, “I want to go to the police station and meet with Harrison.”“No.” Shane didn't agree this time.
Natalie fidgeted with her hands as she asked, “Why?”
“Your body couldn't take it!” The man pursed his lips before he continued, “How are you going to meet
him in this state? Get some rest first before you meet him tomorrow.”
Seeing Shane's unwavering stance, she knew there was no room for negotiation.
“Come on, let's head back to the ward.” He reached out to take her hand.
Natalie quickly moved away from him and hid her hand behind her. “I held my mom's hand earlier.”
Shane did not insist as he lowered his hand upon hearing that.
They walked side by side towards the elevator, with Silas trailing behind.
After they entered the elevator, Shane looked at Natalie and asked, “What are your plans for Yulia's
funeral?”
Her pale lips opened and closed a few times before she managed to say, “I need to find out the truth
about her death first before sending her away!”
Otherwise, Mom wouldn't be able to rest in peace!
He understood her feelings and wasn't surprised that she made such a decision.
He had the same feeling back when David passed away. He was reluctant to hold his grandfather's
funeral—a seeming attempt to escape reality.
In the end, he only agreed after people from the Thompson family worked together to persuade him.After returning to the ward, Natalie splashed her face and washed her hands with cold water. Getting
into bed, she closed her eyes.
Shane got beside her and said, “Don't fall asleep just yet. Eat something first. I told Silas to grab
something earlier.”
“It's alright. I don't have the appetite. I'm not in the mood to eat.” She waved her hand, her expression
full of despair.
He couldn't stand seeing her like this. Narrowing his eyes, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of
bed.
She didn't expect him to do that and jumped in shock. She quickly opened her eyes and said, “What
are—”
“I brought food, Mr. Shane.” Before she could even finish her sentence, Silas opened the door and
interrupted her.
Shane hummed in response and took the food container from his assistant before handing it to Natalie.
“Eat!”
The woman shook her head. “I'm not hungry.”
“You have to eat even if you're not hungry.” The words he uttered were more of a command than a
request.
Anger boiled in Natalie as she glared at him with reddened eyes. “You know how I feel now, Shane.
How can I have the appetite to eat? Do you—”
“You'd better eat if you want to investigate your mother's death,” Shane interrupted.She opened her mouth to say retaliate but couldn't find the words.
He's right. If I don't eat anything, I won't have the energy to investigate what happened, nor will I be
able to handle Mom's funeral.