Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love

Chapter 637 She Resembles the Late Serenity

Chloe anxiously recounted the events to Joseph. "I asked the staff, and they said there are no surveillance cameras inside to protect their customer’s privacy. Hurry up and call the police. I'll stay with Grandpa."

Joseph's expression was grim as he said, "I already called the police. They went to the restaurant to secure the crime scene and gather evidence. Did you notice anyone acting suspiciously?"

"No..." Chloe replied.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were meeting him?" Joseph asked.

"I was worried that you wouldn't agree. Besides, you didn't tell me that he's still alive."

Joseph glanced at Amelia and pulled Chloe aside. Staring at her, he said in a serious tone, "I just don't want you to get into a dangerous situation. That's why I didn't tell you about it."

He did not want her to get entangled in the same situation as he was, where dangers lurked around every corner.

Chloe smirked. "You just don't trust me, do you?"

Joseph was stumped. He now understood why people always said that trust was like a piece of paper—once crumpled, it could never be restored to its original state.

The police arrived quickly, and everyone present gave their statements. Soon, it was Amelia's turn.

"What did you see at the scene? Was the door to the private room closed or open?" the officer asked.

Amelia hesitated for a moment, "The door was half-closed, and I saw..."

"What did you see?"

"I'm too scared to say..."

"It's okay, just tell us what you saw. We’ll protect you."

With trembling lips, Amelia nervously said, "I saw Chloe inside the private room, wiping down the shards of the broken vase..."

The officers exchanged glances with their colleagues nearby before asking again, "Are you sure you aren’t mistaking someone else for her?"

To most people, preserving the crime scene and keeping any potential evidence was crucial as it could help identify the culprit. Wiping the vase to destroy evidence was indeed suspicious.

"I'm certain. Also, Chloe stayed inside the room for about five minutes before coming out to seek help."

"How do you know she was there for that long?"

"I went to use the restroom, and she was already in there when I passed by the room. The door was half-closed, and I heard sounds of arguing coming from inside. When I came back from the restroom, she was just coming out. That puts it around approximately five minutes in total."

"All right, thank you for your cooperation."

Since the vase was clearly the weapon, the results came back in less than an hour. However, the report indicated that besides bloodstains, there were no fingerprints found on the vase. As of now, the police considered Chloe a suspect and informed Joseph of this development, but he found their finding nonsense.

"Chloe has a good relationship with my grandfather. She would never do such a thing. Have you sealed off the crime scene and investigated other customers?" Joseph furrowed his eyebrows, dissatisfied with this outcome.

The officers sighed. "Mr. Joseph, many A-list celebrities visit The Whispering Willow for dining and recreation. They take great measures to conceal their identities, making it nearly impossible to distinguish one from another. On top of that, the restaurant doesn’t have a surveillance system. It's quite challenging to get everyone to cooperate with the investigation, so there's no way we will be able to conclude the investigation today."

"So what do you suggest then?"

"We need Ms. Chloe to come with us to the station for questioning."

"Not going to happen. She's pregnant and physically vulnerable. She can't handle such stress," Joseph coldly refused, leaving no room for negotiation.

The officers could only nod in resignation and said nothing further.

The clock on the wall struck four. It had been two hours since Harold was rushed into the emergency room. When Joseph returned, Chloe asked, "How’s the investigation going? What did the police say?"

Joseph patted her shoulder, but his sharp gaze was fixed on Amelia with a curious glint. Amelia had a typical oval face adorned with delicate features, exuding the charm of traditional beauty. Though not considered a stunning beauty, her appearance had a certain allure that made people naturally want to protect her.

He sighed as he noticed the striking resemblance between Amelia and the late Serenity. Aside from the different sparkles in their eyes, the two bore a striking resemblance in their appearance.

"Who’s this?" Joseph asked.

Nathan's usual carefree expression vanished as he introduced in all seriousness, "Guys, this is my girlfriend, Amelia Madison. I plan to marry her."

Amelia smiled gently, "Hello, Mr. Joseph. Nathan often talks about you."

"Nice to meet you," Joseph replied before bringing the conversation back on track. His eyes, beneath his neat short hair, appeared deep and inscrutable as he continued, "The police mentioned that you witnessed an argument between Chloe and my grandfather inside the private room."

Chloe frowned as soon as she heard this statement. She took a few steps forward and confronted Amelia, "When did you see me arguing with Grandpa? When I got there, he was already unconscious." This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Frightened, Amelia retreated to Nathan's side and hesitantly said, "Yes... I saw it. I saw you wiping the vase shards on the floor."

Chloe was stunned. She found it hard to believe that a stranger would falsely accuse her.

Nathan could not believe it either and asked, "Are you sure you didn't mistake her for someone else...?"