Chapter 150 Is That Child Really Dead?
With that, Alexander naturally gained the elderly woman's trust.
"Alright then, come in and sit for a while! She'll be back soon."
The elderly woman opened the door wide.
Alexander took Grace's hand and walked inside.
Once they entered, the little girl kept hiding behind the elderly woman, shyly sizing them up.
Alexander walked over to her and crouched down.
The little girl shrank further behind the elderly woman.
Alexander asked, "You're Daisy, right?"
Daisy nodded.
Alexander pulled three pieces of candy from his pocket and held them out to her. "Here's some candy for Daisy."
Grace found this both touching and amusing. She suddenly remembered how Liam had pulled candy from his pocket to win over Max. It seemed the little guy had learned this trick from his father.
Daisy looked at the candy in his palm, hesitating for a moment before looking up at her grandmother.
The elderly woman said, "Daisy, thank the gentleman."
Only then did Daisy politely accept them. "Thank you, sir."
The apartment was small with an especially old layout—no living room, just a dining area.
The elderly woman brought over several stools.
Alexander and Grace sat down on the stools.
The elderly woman sat on one side, holding Daisy.
Grace began chatting casually with the elderly woman while Alexander occasionally lifted his hand to check his watch.
After less than half an hour, they heard keys jingling at the door.
"Mom, Daisy, I'm home!"
Grace immediately stood up nervously.
A woman carrying grocery bags opened the door and walked in. Seeing people inside, she paused, taken aback. "Do we have guests?"
The elderly woman nodded. "Yes, they say they're your friends, here to deliver a wedding invitation."
Grace looked at Jenny and immediately recognized her—this was the nurse from seven years ago.
Seven years had passed, and though her appearance had changed somewhat—she looked more weathered, with more wrinkles and darker skin, even some gray in her hair—Grace still recognized her. This woman was that nurse.
Grace looked at her chin and saw the faint red mole, larger than before.
It was her...
But Jenny didn't recognize Grace. She first looked at Grace, then at Alexander, feeling somewhat awkward.
She certainly didn't remember having two friends like these!
Before Jenny could speak, Grace suddenly walked toward her and grabbed her hand. "Do you remember me?"
Jenny shook her head.
"Seven years ago, you delivered my babies. I was carrying twins. You told me the first child was born without breath—stillborn. Do you remember?" Grace asked tensely.
Jenny's expression suddenly changed, a flash of suspicion in her eyes as she spoke evasively. "I... I don't really remember..."
"You were a nurse at Loving Child General Hospital, weren't you?" Grace pressed.
Jenny shook her head. "No."
Alexander said, "I've already investigated your background. There's no need for unnecessary lies."
Jenny was stunned again.
She suddenly said, "Wait a moment. Let me have my mother and Daisy go to the bedroom first, then I'll talk with you properly."
With that, she picked up Daisy to take her to the bedroom.
The elderly woman quickly stood up. "Jenny, who are they? Aren't they your friends?"
Seeing her daughter's serious expression, she became frightened too, worried they might be debt collectors.
But Jenny said, "Mom, please take Daisy inside first."
"Okay."
Five minutes later.
Alexander was getting impatient when he saw the bedroom door open. Jenny closed the door behind her and walked out.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Grace frowned until Jenny came over and sat across from them. "Please, sit down."
But Grace remained standing. "You are Jenny, aren't you?"
Jenny said, "To be honest, miss, if you're asking me about something from seven years ago, I don't remember much—just vague impressions. I do remember delivering a patient with twins where one was stillborn. But wasn't that matter already handled afterward?"
Grace said, "You gave me an urn with ashes."
Jenny replied, "That's how the hospital handled things. Generally, expectant mothers who gave birth at Loving Child Medical Center weren't well-off financially. With stillborn babies happening several times each month, many families couldn't afford proper funeral arrangements for a stillborn child.
There was a crematorium not far from the hospital. Someone would come weekly to collect the bodies, transport them to the crematorium for cremation, then have family members claim the urns. We followed standard procedures..."
Grace interrupted her. "But the urn you gave me didn't contain ashes."
Jenny looked surprised. "How do you know?"
Grace said, "I opened it and looked inside. It was full of concrete and magnesium powder—not ashes at all. Later, we had the contents tested and confirmed the composition."
Jenny stared wide-eyed in apparent shock, her reaction seeming genuinely unaware. "Then I really don't know... I just followed regulations. I don't know about anything else..."
Alexander said, "You're lying."
Jenny was dismissive. "Why does this gentleman think I'm lying?"
Alexander replied, "Seven years ago is admittedly quite distant, but if you truly didn't remember, you wouldn't bother explaining so much. When people recall genuine memories, their eyes move toward the upper left. But your eyes have been moving toward the upper right, occasionally toward the lower left—that's thinking and fabricating, not remembering. You're carefully considering how to respond to our questions."
Jenny was startled.
She couldn't figure out this man's identity and became more cautious, not daring to speak freely as her facial muscles grew increasingly tense. "Is there any scientific basis for that?"
"Of course there is." Alexander stared at her intently. "Your facial muscles have been tense throughout, your expression unnatural. Additionally, when you heard about this matter, your eyes were shifty, showing abnormal panic. Besides that, your hands have been clenched—a clear defensive posture."
Jenny grew even more nervous. "Who exactly are you?"
Why was this man's observational ability so acute?
Alexander said, "Ms. Lawson, we all have valuable time. I know enough about you—your family background, your father, your mother, your daughter, including your workplace. I know everything. My question is simple: seven years ago, did that child actually die?"
Grace was also secretly amazed.
If she didn't know he was the CEO of Crest Corporation, she would have thought he was an FBI agent.
Jenny was clearly starting to panic. She hurriedly said, "Asking me like this, I can't remember right away... I remember it was stillborn and cremated. As for what was actually in the urn, I'm not sure specifically. I just filled out the paperwork, and the paperwork required the patient's signature for confirmation..."