Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 918 - Noelle Nichols_1
Chapter 918: Chapter 918 Noelle Nichols_1
Chapter 918: Chapter 918 Noelle Nichols_1
The court session resumed, and Noelle Nichols took her seat on the witness stand to face Allen Rivera’s cross-examination.
“Miss Nichols, just now, Henry Jameson said that you argued with the victim and then left his house. Where did you go?”
“I went home.”
“Did anyone see you go home?”
“No.”
“Can anyone verify that you stayed at home the entire time?”
“No, I was alone at home.”
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“Miss Nichols, what did you do at home?”
Noelle Nichols hesitated for a moment before saying, “I… I was feeling awful, went home to take a shower, and then… slept.”
Rivera asked her, “After such a fierce argument, could you really sleep?”
“I lay in bed but couldn’t fall asleep…” Nichols said, “Later, the police called to tell me that… that Sean Patterson was dead.”
“So during the time of the incident, you were just lying in bed, doing nothing more than lying there?”
Nichols nodded, “You could say that.”
Rivera pressed on, “Even though Sean Patterson loudly threatened you, saying that if you stepped out the door, he would make you regret it for the rest of your life, you simply didn’t care and went home to lie down? Miss Nichols, you have to admit that this doesn’t make sense.”
Nichols’s expression soured, her voice tight, “We argued, and it’s normal to say extreme things. I didn’t think he would really hurt me!”
Rivera suddenly switched topics, “The autopsy report showed that Sean Patterson had taken a large amount of sleeping pills before he died. Were you aware of this?”
“Yes, the police told me.” Nichols nodded.
Rivera continued, “It was later discovered that the sleeping pills came from you, Miss Nichols. Can you explain that?”
Taking a slow breath, Nichols responded, “Because of work, I couldn’t rest properly, but sleeping pills are prescription drugs that aren’t sold in ordinary pharmacies. I didn’t want to go to the hospital, so my boyfriend Henry Jameson asked a friend at the hospital to get a bottle for me.”
“Do you still have this bottle of pills?” Rivera inquired.
Nichols shook her head, “The police took it.”
“Taken by the authorities as important evidence,” Rivera corrected her. “Sean Patterson consumed a large dose of sleeping pills before his death, and this medication just happened to belong to you! Miss Nichols, why were your sleeping pills found in the victim’s glass?”
“I… I don’t know.” Nichols’s demeanor showed panic, “Maybe he took the wrong ones! Maybe… maybe he drank them himself!”
“He drank them himself?” Rivera’s lips curled into a faint smirk, half-mocking, “You mean, he stole your medicine, crushed it up bit by bit, and mixed it in his drink? Why would he do that? Isn’t it easier to swallow with water?”
“I truly don’t know.” Nichols was visibly distressed.
“You don’t know, you don’t know… then do you know if he copied all of your sex videos?”
Rivera leaned in, looking directly into Nichols’s eyes.
“Do you hate him? Don’t you hate him? He controlled your meals and your measurements, berated you over the slightest work issue, booked you the talk show you loathe the most, even meddled in your private life, demanding that you record sex videos with every boyfriend! His control over you was nearly suffocating, wasn’t it?”
Nichols attempted to defend herself, “Sean did all that for my own good…”
“You never resented him? Not even a bit? Did you ever think about him dying?”
“No!” Nichols refuted loudly with emotion, “I never hated him!”
“Even though he was about to expose your sex videos, smear your reputation, and bankrupt you! You didn’t hate him then?!”
In a burst of emotion, Nichols stood up, “He wouldn’t do that! He wouldn’t hurt me!!!”
“Of course,” Rivera said emotionlessly, “because he’s already dead, Miss Nichols, he can’t hurt you anymore.”
Nichols turned deathly pale.
