Purple Summers gently shook her head, not knowing why she was crying, only feeling a wave of distress at the sight of Norton Young lying motionless.
She even wondered, had she really never considered Norton Young a friend?
...Had she really never?
Alexander Summers then said, "Is it because she's pregnant that she's more emotional?"
Purple Summers wiped away her tears, forced a smile, and said, "Perhaps."
The prosecutor came out of the ward and said, "The assailant acted too quickly, he didn't see the face, only knew it was a woman, and she might have already blended into the police-protected group. We need to start checking immediately, Ms. Simonson, please keep today's events confidential."
"Understood, to prevent leaking any information and avoid startling the snake in the grass," Purple Summers nodded.
The prosecutor had no time for pleasantries, arranged for someone to guard the door of the ward, and left hurriedly.
"We should go too," Alexander Summers said.
