The color drained from Michael’s face.
It turned out that that old hag had swallowed the missing piece from his bandage!
He had initially thought the missing piece fell off while the nurse was changing his dressing and even scolded the nurse for this. After all, this was a bandage made from a special material that only he would be able to use in the entire Banyan City. This was a symbol of respect!
However, to his surprise...the missing piece was inside Granny's stomach.
What a cunning old hag! She had to cause them trouble even after she died!
"This is a false accusation!" As soon as he saw how pale Michael's face had turned, Adrian knew immediately that Joshua was telling the truth.
However, he still did not want to admit his defeat. " Joshua, please don’t think that you can frame Michael for murder just because you found some evidence like this! Michael has always been a timid, down-to-earth boy. He wouldn't kill anyone, much less his own grandmother!”
With that, he shot Luna, who was standing next to Joshua, a cold glance and said, "How do you know it wasn't Luna who stuffed it into Granny's mouth before
killing her to frame Michael? You two are cunning and deceiving; there's no telling what you'd do!"
The entire room burst into a flurry of activity once more.
If Luna had stuffed the bandage into Granny Lynch's mouth before killing her...then this would indeed be a cruel and heartless act!
"That’s different," all of a sudden, a clear, child-like voice rang out through the room.
Everyone glanced in the direction of the sound.
A young boy in a white suit who appeared to be six or seven years old was standing in the corner of the room. He pushed his glasses up on his nose and said solemnly, "Ladies and gentlemen, I've looked at the concentration of gastric juice and gastric contents that were extracted from the bandage. If the victim had been forced to swallow the bandage before her death, then the contents within the stomach wouldn’t be so stable at all.
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