Chapter 191: Chapter 191: No Evidence Found
The next day.
Evelyn Clayton got up early, called James Grant to take a day off, and then turned around with the report to the police station.
Inside the police station, everyone’s eyes were on her.
She simply wore a strapless black velvet short dress, with low-heeled shoes, her delicate white ankles showing, her hair tied up with a sandalwood hairpin, casually pinned at the back, a few strands of hair falling by her ears, adding a touch of charm.
Evelyn Clayton found the file room manager and asked who wrote the report.
"Oh, that was written by a rookie police officer back then, but he has left the force many years ago. Do you need something?"
"I want to find out more. The victim of the 4.18 car accident back then was my father."
She took out the report.
The police officer was momentarily surprised: "You are the victim’s daughter?"
By chance, this police officer was one of the detectives involved in the investigation back then.
The car accident on 4.18 back then was the largest accident of that time, involving a wide range of people.
The number of deaths and injuries was large, shocking the whole city.
However, it was ultimately concluded as an accidental incident.
Evelyn Clayton saw the officer’s reaction and realized something: "Yes, I am."
The officer fell into memories of the past, showing regret: "Back then, the casualties were severe. I have seen the scene of that accident, and although on the surface, it looked like an accident, when I checked the offending vehicle, the brakes were faulty, but I could tell it was clearly man-made damage."
Evelyn Clayton pressed her red lips tightly.
The officer’s words confirmed her suspicions that the car accident was in no way an accident.
"But later, I don’t know why, the higher-ups instructed us to quickly close the case, and in the end, due to lack of evidence, it was only classified as an accident."
At this point, the officer sighed: "If we had continued the investigation, perhaps we would have found the truth."
If they could have investigated further back then, perhaps there would have been a different outcome.
Evelyn Clayton’s eyes were clear and cold, her face seemingly frozen, her fingertips feeling icy.
She bit her lip: "Is it possible to reopen the case?"
The officer shook his head: "I’m afraid not, too much time has passed, even if reopened, it would be of no avail, evidence matters."
She bit her pale lips tightly, her voice somewhat hoarse.
"I understand, but... could you still help me look into it? I beg you... my father died unjustly."
Her father was framed, his heart removed, died in an unknown way.
The officer pondered, ultimately out of sympathy for the victim, he sighed and agreed: "Alright, I will help you look into it, but whether we can find anything will be left to fate."
Evelyn Clayton lowered her long eyelashes, concealing the emotion in her eyes.
"Thank you."
She left the police station.
The confirmation of her suspicion about her father being framed brought no imagined joy.
Her heart sunk to the bottom of a lake, undisturbed by any ripple, her gaze lowered, making it hard to discern the emotions in her eyes.
The phone in her bag rang, Evelyn Clayton took it out, it was a call from Matthew Sullivan.
The irritation between her brows deepened, she hung up the call without thinking and turned off the phone.
Evelyn Clayton didn’t return to her company but instead found a nearby café, ordered a coffee, and sat by the window.
She lowered her head, lightly biting the straw but drank very little, her mind occupied with her father’s case.
The officer’s words completely aroused her suspicions.
Why did her father happen to die in a major car accident just when Harrison Grant needed a heart?
Is there really a connection here?
The coffee was cold, and a sip made her teeth shiver unexpectedly.
She winced and released the straw, glancing towards the café door.
James Grant’s tense and handsome face was covered with a gloomy cloud, a fierce aura surrounding him.