CHAPTER 184: CHAPTER 184: IVY SUMMERS TAKEN TO THE POLICE STATION

Old Master Lancaster was sent into the emergency room.

The entire Lancaster Family was there.

The atmosphere was heavy and somber.

Zachary Lancaster rushed over, asking breathlessly, "How’s Grandpa?"

No one answered him.

Nathan, Leo, and Sophie stood by Ivy Summers, Sophie looked up at Ivy and asked softly, "Mommy, what’s happened to Great Grandpa?"

Ivy Summers bit her lip, her throat choked with emotion, unable to say a word.

Soon, the doctor came out, removed his mask, and shook his head helplessly.

"I’m very sorry, we did our best, but it’s time to prepare for the elder’s funeral."

For a moment, there was dead silence at the door of the emergency room.

The air seemed to freeze.

Ivy Summers leaned hard against the wall to keep from collapsing.

Grandpa! He’s gone...

But he had promised to wait for her return.

Tears kept falling as she caught sight of a tall figure stopping in the corner of her eye.

Damien Lancaster stood at the back, his tall frame appearing petrified, motionless.

Everyone was engulfed in sorrow, when suddenly someone sobbed and asked, "How did Grandpa Lancaster die? Why did he go so suddenly?"

The voice was familiar, and Ivy Summers turned to see Rachel Shaw standing behind.

Upon this mention, the doctor also looked at everyone curiously, "Did you not take good care of the elder, letting him fall?"

Seraphina Kennedy wailed in tears, "How is that possible, with Old Master Lancaster so sick, we couldn’t even bear to raise our voices, let alone let him fall."

Hearing the doctor’s inquiry, Gregory Lancaster noticed a problem, "Why do you ask?"

"Old Master Lancaster had significant bleeding at the back of his head, which usually results from a fall or a strong blow to the head."

At this moment, everyone raised their heads.

A strong blow?

That would mean Old Master Lancaster didn’t die from illness!

Zachary Lancaster, with reddened eyes, asked, "Are you saying my grandfather didn’t die from illness, but from a hemorrhage at the back of his head?"

The doctor nodded, "That’s right."

Seraphina Kennedy immediately pressed, "Who, who was the last person with Old Master Lancaster?"

Ivy Summers was stunned, realizing that Old Master Lancaster didn’t succumb to illness, but from a heavy blow to the head, resulting in bleeding, how could this be?

"I saw it was Ivy who sent Grandpa Lancaster to the emergency room. Ivy, you were the last one with Grandpa Lancaster, weren’t you?" Rachel Shaw said, looking at Ivy Summers.

Ivy Summers didn’t deny, "I was with Grandpa today."

Seraphina Kennedy and Gregory Lancaster quickly approached Ivy Summers, Gregory Lancaster’s face was stern, "Did you let Old Master Lancaster fall?"

"No!" She and the butler helped Old Master Lancaster into the wheelchair, then pushed him out, he was seated the whole time, how could he have fallen?

The doctor said, "Then someone must have attacked Old Master Lancaster, causing the injury to the back of his head."

With those words, everyone turned their gaze to Ivy Summers.

Gregory Lancaster furrowed his brows and asked, "You took the elder out?"

Ivy Summers replied, "Grandpa wanted to get some fresh air, so the butler and I took him to the garden."

"Why was the back of Old Master Lancaster’s head injured? The last person with him was you, you owe us an explanation."

Ivy Summers was just as bewildered, how could Old Master Lancaster have gotten hurt?

She had only left for two minutes, even if during that time he attempted to get up and fell, she would have come back to see him fallen, not sitting in the wheelchair.

"You can’t explain it, can you? Ivy Summers, did you deliberately harm him?"

"I didn’t! I treated Grandpa like my own grandfather, why would I harm him?"

"That’s for you to answer, the elder has a head injury and you were the last with him, how did he get it, don’t you owe an explanation?"

Ivy Summers took a deep breath.

She didn’t know, she truly didn’t.

Before she went to get water, the elder was fine, what happened in those brief two minutes?

Rachel Shaw said, "Uncle, Aunt, actually I was passing by that day and overheard Grandpa Lancaster talking to Ivy."

Gregory Lancaster immediately turned to Rachel Shaw, "What did he say?"

"Grandpa Lancaster wanted Ivy to give up custody of the children, letting them return to the Lancasters and change their surname, but Ivy didn’t agree, it sounded like they had an argument."

"Moreover, Ivy seemed to ask Grandpa Lancaster for something."

Rachel Shaw glanced at Ivy Summers, pausing before speaking.

Gregory Lancaster asked, "What was it?"

"It seemed like Ivy was asking for compensation from Grandpa Lancaster, a share transfer document!"

Ivy Summers gritted her teeth, "You’re lying, Grandpa did bring up custody of the children, and I didn’t agree, but we didn’t argue, nor did I ask anything from him, that share transfer document was given to me by Grandpa!"

Rachel Shaw blinked, "The elder gave you the share transfer himself? Ivy, you’ve already divorced Damien, why would Grandpa Lancaster still give you such an important thing? Can anyone testify for your claim?"

"The share transfer document was given to me by the butler on Grandpa’s orders, the butler can testify."

Seraphina Kennedy glanced around, the usually ever-present butler beside the elder was unusually absent today.

At this moment, Julian Jacobs hurried over, whispering something into Damien Lancaster’s ear, causing Damien to clench his jaw.

Damien Lancaster stepped forward and grabbed Ivy Summers, who was explaining herself, "Take the children home first, I’ll handle this."

Gregory Lancaster snorted angrily, "Damien Lancaster, your grandfather died mysteriously, and she’s the suspect, where are you taking her?"

Damien Lancaster’s face was tense, ignoring Gregory’s fury, handing Ivy Summers and the children over to Julian Jacobs.

Ivy Summers didn’t want to leave; there were questions surrounding Grandpa’s death, how could she leave?

Damien Lancaster’s voice was low, "Trust me."

"Miss Summers, let me take you and the children away, sir still has many matters to handle, and..." Julian Jacobs lowered his voice, "This isn’t the right place for children, please trust him and take them away."

Ivy Summers pressed her lips together, looking at Damien Lancaster’s tall and steady back, she was led away by Julian Jacobs, hesitating with every step.

"Damien Lancaster! The person lying inside is your grandfather. How can you let the suspect go? Is there any other grandson in the world as unfilial as you?"

Damien Lancaster, "She couldn’t possibly be the murderer."

"Just because you say it’s impossible doesn’t make it so. The old master was last with her. Before that, they even quarreled over the child, and she even demanded compensation from the old master. Can you really say there’s nothing wrong with her?"

A cold glint appeared in Damien Lancaster’s eyes as he looked at Rachel Shaw, then turned to Gregory Lancaster and said, "Can you say for sure that the person who said these things isn’t lying?"

Rachel Shaw’s heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly denied, "I’m not lying; I really heard it."

Damien Lancaster narrowed his eyes dangerously, "With Ivy Summers’ character, it’s impossible for her to argue with the old master, no matter how big the issue. Did you draft your lie before you told it?"

Rachel Shaw opened her mouth, but under Damien Lancaster’s sharp gaze, she couldn’t explain herself.

Gregory Lancaster, "Where did the butler go? Isn’t he always by the old master’s side without a moment’s absence? Where did he go today?"

"He’s dead!" Damien Lancaster said with a grave expression, "Car accident, he’s dead."

With the man’s words, everyone’s shocked gaze fell upon him.

Damien Lancaster took a deep breath, "Let’s handle the old master’s funeral first."

The old master had just left, and the old butler, who had always been by his side, also met with an accident.

Such a coincidence doesn’t exist; obviously, it’s a conspiracy.

...

Ivy Summers walked outside, propping herself against the wall, clutching her chest, unable to breathe.

"Mommy? What’s wrong?"

"Miss Summers?"

Ivy Summers clenched her trembling hands, took several deep breaths, squatted down, and looked at the three children, "Nathan, Leo, Sophie, you were in the front at the time. Did you see anyone approaching Great-grandpa?"

The three little ones tried to recall carefully.

Nathan said, "At the time, no one approached Great-grandpa, only people passing by."

"Passing by? Who passed by?"

"Doctors, nurses, patients."

In a public area, people passing by is normal; there’s nothing suspicious here.

Ivy Summers stood up, "Julian Jacobs, help me take them to Noah Scott’s place."

"Miss Summers, where are you going?"

"The garden."

After Ivy Summers spoke, she quickly walked toward the garden.

As she walked, Ivy Summers observed the surveillance. At the time, their location wasn’t directly monitored, but the surrounding cameras were enough to capture anyone passing by.

Ivy Summers anxiously ran to check the surveillance.

The old master was already so ill, and someone still wanted to harm him. Who could it be?

In the surveillance room, Ivy Summers kept a close eye on the footage, afraid to miss a single second.

After she left, indeed, someone passed by the old master’s location, doctors, nurses, and patients all appeared, and soon, she was back.

The surveillance didn’t reveal anyone suspicious.

"Ma’am, do you need to watch it again?"

Ivy Summers, "Can you copy this segment of the surveillance for me?"

"Sorry, that’s not possible. Watching the surveillance originally requires an application. If you hadn’t said your child was missing, we wouldn’t have allowed you to watch it on the grounds of urgency."

Ivy Summers didn’t trouble the staff and turned to leave, but after just two steps,

she suddenly thought of a detail.

Just now at the entrance of the emergency room, Rachel Shaw asked, "How did Grandpa Lancaster die?"

Everyone knew the old master was critically ill.

Why would anyone ask how the old master died at this moment?

Her words sounded more like she was guiding the doctor to publicly suggest something unusual about the old master’s death.

She had just deceived the Lancaster family, claiming the old master argued with her about children before his passing.

Guiding everyone to suspect her.

Rachel Shaw!

Ivy Summers clenched her fist and returned to the surveillance room, "I’m sorry, I’d like to watch it again."

Ivy Summers focused intently on every person passing through that area on the screen.

The hurried doctor with medical records, the nurse with hands in pockets and wearing a mask, the anxious patient...

"Let me watch it again."

...

"Watch it again."

...

"Play it again..."

They replayed it many times, and even the security guard who managed the surveillance grew impatient, "Aren’t you looking for a child? What’s the point of watching the same footage over and over?"

Ivy Summers’ eyes were fixed on the back of that nurse.

Just looking like this, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"You should leave now. Letting you in to watch the surveillance is already breaking the rules; don’t get me in trouble."

Ivy Summers was chased out by the security guard, and she walked out in a daze.

Just after walking two steps, in front, two police officers stopped.

"Is it Miss Ivy Summers?"

Ivy Summers raised her eyes, "I am."

"Police."

The two officers showed their credentials.

"The Lancaster family called the police, saying you caused Old Master Lancaster’s death. Please come with us to cooperate with the investigation."

Ivy Summers glanced towards the direction of the garden, tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, "I will cooperate with the investigation."