Chapter 676: 222: Sylvia Thompson never expected this! _3
 

Oliver Andrews nodded, feeling that Ling’s words made sense.

At the end of the conversation, Oliver looked at the driver and said, “Price, drive.”

“Alright.” Price immediately started the engine and drove off.

After driving for a while, Ling seemed to suddenly realize something and turned to look at Oliver, “This is not the way back.”

“Of course it isn’t.” Oliver raised his head slightly, “Look ahead.”

Ling straightened her body, followed Oliver’s gaze, and saw a familiar figure.

Yes.

Viola Thompson!

“You’re following Miss Thompson?” Ling looked at Oliver.

Oliver nodded.

Then Ling asked, “Do you suspect Miss Thompson?”

Oliver didn’t conceal the truth, knowing that Ling wasn’t an emotional person, “Hmm, after all, Edward Thompson is her biological brother.”

Viola is shrewd and talented, a rare treasure among girls.

If someone like her were determined to do something, it would be easy for her.

Oliver wouldn’t trust someone so easily; he only trusted the results of his own investigation.

Before Ling could speak, Oliver continued, “Notice that this is not the way back to the Thompson residence.”

Upon hearing this, Ling immediately scrutinized the surroundings.

This was indeed not the way back to the Thompson home.

It was….

Ling looked at Oliver, “Miss Thompson is going to Maureen Fitzell’s house, right?”

As a matter of fact.

Viola was indeed going to Maureen’s place, testing how far the Imperial Court Apartments were from where Maureen lived.

What places would be encountered along the way.

After riding her bike to the community where Maureen lived, Viola called a taxi and left Maureen’s place to return to the Imperial Court Apartments.

On the way there, she passed through a bustling street and a small river.

After calculating, Viola concluded that if she rode the bike, it would take about half an hour, while the car would only take ten minutes.

If Sylvia Thompson attacked James around seven o’clock in the evening, Viola would have to leave from Maureen’s house at around 6:40 PM.

This is the time for the car ride back.

If she were to ride a bike, this would need to be half an hour earlier.

Oliver’s car stayed neither far nor close, following Viola.

Watching her first ride her bike and then get on a taxi, going back and forth with such hassle.

Ling frowned slightly, not quite understanding Viola’s true intentions.

What was she trying to do?

Oliver narrowed his eyes and said, “She’s calculating the time, based on James’s time of death; if the murderer is Sylvia, she must leave from where Maureen lives at around 6:40 PM.”

Ling nodded, “Oh, I see.”

It was around eleven o’clock in the evening.

Viola rode her bike back to the Thompson Family Manor.

Before she even reached the parking lot, a shadow raced over, wagging its tail around Viola like a little pony, whining incessantly.

Viola patted its little head, “Bread, did you behave today?”

“Woof woof!”

Bread responded twice, as if to tell Viola that he had been well-behaved.

“Good boy.”

Bread was very excited, putting his two front paws on Viola’s body, almost pushing Viola to the ground with his strength.

Bread was a large dog, but he was skinny before due to stray life. Now, Bread looked completely different, with a sleek coat and a plump body.

His weight also increased from thirty pounds to eighty pounds.

As Bread grew larger, he would soon weigh more than Viola.

The dog and Viola walked into the manor together.

The Thompson family was sitting in the living room.

Hearing the noise outside, Mrs. Thompson was the first to stand up from the sofa, smiling and saying, “I knew it must be Viola coming back. If it wasn’t for Viola, Bread wouldn’t be so excited!”

Mary Perryne clasped her hands together, “Thank goodness, Viola, you’re finally back!”

“Little sister!”

Samuel Thompson ran to Viola’s side.

Seeing her family like this, Viola looked bewildered.

“Second brother, what’s going on?”

Samuel looked at Viola, his face still showing anxiousness, “Little sister, where have you been? Why did you come back so late, and why did you turn off your phone? If we didn’t see you, mom, dad, and grandma were ready to call the police!”

Edward Thompson had just been framed for murder.

Viola didn’t come back so late, and the Thompson family was genuinely worried.

Seeing Viola return, Mandel Thompson walked to the side, took out his phone, and spoke in a low voice, “The young lady has arrived home. You guys can go back.”