You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Karl was keenly aware of Joyce's intentions. They hadn't seen Charlotte when they came in earlier, and Charlotte had suddenly returned, so he was able to try her a bit.

"There's really nothing suspicious about the scene.” Karl said, "It looks like Mr. Heath was going up the stairs, and he fell backward down the stairs."

"Upstairs?" Cecelia asked in surprise, “I thought Dad fell down because he was in a hurry to answer the phone and was in a hurry to get downstairs."

"No way. If that's the case, his back of the head would never be like that. I'm pretty sure he definitely fell backward.” Karl used the word “definitely”. He rarely uses such absolute words.

Charlotte's eyelids were “popping” at this point. Damn it, she hadn't thought of that! Indeed, Rodney was bending over to pick up the toothbrush with his back to the stairs, when he was pushed down the stairs by her sneak attack.

Cecelia frowned lightly, “Falling backward? But when I came back, I saw Dad lying here with his crutches still in the middie of the stairs. Surprisingly, Dad would fall down on his back if he was on crutches going up the stairs?"

one was at home at

that, his gaze fell fixedly

sharp words came

best to conceal her mood swings, and she knew that she

and she had to feign composure and pretended to be surprised, "No

Cecelia also froze, "What?"

was just hypothesizing about what would happen if someone was home. Since Mr. Heath was the only one at home, he must have fallen

she didn't think much of it. It was true that no one was home at the time of the incident, and the officers Ralph had

home would only clean the rooms when she was there. They were after all a family of warlords, and for security and confidentiality reasons, she never left her maids alone at home. Charlotte took a deep breath.