Chapter 642
Chapter 642:
Twenty seconds were cut off!
The plot was intricate, a masterpiece of deception.
Candice rose from her seat and propped herself against the desk, her astonishment evident.
The idea of a schemed plot behind her tragic tumble down the stairs, leading to her miscarriage, was something she had never entertained.
Who was the culprit? What was the motive behind such meticulous planning and execution to eliminate her unborn child?
Rationally, it didn’t add up. If she was the target of someone’s animosity, shouldn’t she have been the one to die? And the audacity of the culprit to murder her infant and pin the blame on Erica? It seemed unfathomable.
Who? What were their intentions?
Candice turned off the computer screen. It was time for composure.
Restless, she walked back and forth within the study, her steps echoing in the room.
She decided to hit the shower, hoping the cascade of water would help clear her mind.
Emerging from the shower, she slipped into her pajamas. She nudged the window open. The crisp autumn breeze greeted her, snapping her senses into alertness.
Suddenly, a memory sparked.
As if guided by an impulse, she raced back to the computer. She turned it on. This time, she retrieved the saved surveillance footage from her wedding night.
An undefined hunch tugged at her.
Her heart pounded in anticipation.
In the same way, she pulled up several more clips from her wedding night, playing them in unison.
The wedding night footage was confined to the public areas. Despite countless viewings, she had found no traces of foul play.
The chances of both the monitoring and access control systems on the floor failing simultaneously were incredibly slim. It seemed highly likely that the situation was intentionally caused by someone.
Yet, she had never scrutinized the footage in such a synchronized manner before.
Roughly an hour later, she suddenly stood up again, her captivating eyes widening in astonishment.
Oh God.
Using one hand to steady her forehead, Candice made a valiant effort to suppress the waves of dizziness washing over her. Her balance was teetering, and her hand, which clung to the desk’s edge, trembled incessantly.
She sucked in deep breaths, one after another.
The surveillance footage from the public areas on the night of her wedding had undergone the same treatment as the videos from the Gold Well Hotel. But these videos had been trimmed even further. Two separate public area surveillance clips were missing 45 seconds and 1 minute 3 seconds, respectively.
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