I was left speechless, absolutely shocked. I nced at Carol and then at Steven. What was going
on?
"Carol, he''s my husband." I attempted to change her mindset.
But Carol lowered her head and murmured. "It''s not like we haven''t slept together."
I momentarily froze as I thought I heard something unreal, then anxiously gazed at Carol. "What did
you say?"
"I have slept with Steve before," Carol said seriously.
I subconsciously looked back at Steven.
He was always vignt as if he already knew that Carol was going to talk nonsense. He took hold of
my hands and patiently exined, "The ''sleep'' she referred to is a different kind of sleep."
I couldn''t quite understand what he meant. "What do you mean?"
Steven gritted his teeth. "When we were in the orphanage, Simmy, Carol, and I often shared the
same bed. But it was purely for sleeping. I slept with you and had a baby, that''s different."
I paused to take a deep breath, feeling a surge of anger from her words.
Carol kept talking foolishly, "He also slept with Simmy, and so did Stephie."
I was at a loss for words. What she said had the power to terrify people to the core.
Steven was clearly upset as well. "Just answer her questions!"
Carol appeared to be afraid of Steven, lowering her head and replying with a hint of grievance,
"Okay."
"Do you still remember the worker who lived upstairs across from usmitted suicide by jumping
off the building?" I asked quietly.
She nodded with a stern expression. "I do."
"Before the workermitted suicide, do you remember if anyone came to see him?" I nervously
inquired.
She looked at me and shook her head. "I don''t remember."
I felt rather let down. Yes, it was true. Carol was mentally disabled and struggled with remembering
people.
Carol''s head tilted as she walked out of the door, pointing directly at the surveince camera
positioned outside her home. "Are you stupid? Steven installed a surveince camera for me. He
said that if I''m ever in danger, I just need to shout at the surveince camera, and he wille to
save me."
For a moment, I stood there stunned. I shifted my gaze from the surveince camera to Steven.
Indeed, he had connected with Carol very early on. He maintained continuous contact with her and
even assisted her in installing a hidden camera.
Steven nervously lowered his head, possibly avoiding eye contact with me.
Did he install a surveince camera outside Carol''s house to ensure her safety? So, why didn''t he
intervene and stop her from being a sex worker? It left me feeling perplexed.
"Is the surveince footage with you?" I asked with a hushed tone.
Steven nodded. "If you''re interested in watching it, we can go back and check it out."
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I clenched my teeth and gripped his arm tightly. Why didn''t he tell me sooner?
With an aggrieved look, he turned to me and uttered, "I thought you wanted to look into Carol..."
After he finished speaking, he appeared momentarily taken aback before swiftly changing the topic.
"I thought you were going to help Eason visit the site for investigation."
"Why should I ask her if there is surveince?" I was trying to calm myself down.
"Then, let''s go home," Steven said, feeling a twinge of guilt. He eagerly grabbed my hand as if he
couldn''t wait to take me away.
Carol tilted her head, looked at me quizzically, and then suddenly smiled. "Stephie...is the
murderer."
Steven''s footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and his frigid gaze sent shivers down one''s spine. He
nced back at Carol. Overwhelmed in fear, Carol recoiled, crouching on the ground and clutching
her head.
I also turned around in surprise. "What did she just say?"
Steven shook his head. "I didn''t catch that."
Carol still murmured, "Stephie is the murderer... Stephie is the murderer..."
In fact, I did hear it. Carol was saying that I was the murderer. Was she still ming me for taking
Steven away and causing Simeon''s death?