Chapter 1465


    "It''s really not my fault." Serena''s tears cascaded down her cheeks uncontrobly, "I swear I didn''t


    know him. I have no idea why he wanted to see me. He even said it himself - he was looking for Miss


    Collins, my sister, not me. It was the maid who got it wrong. As for what he called the truth, how he


    died, I''m totally clueless. Aunt Eunice, you have to believe me. How could I possiblymit murder!"


    Serena seemed to be traumatized, sobbing without any regard for her appearance. She looked utterly


    pitiable.


    However, Eunice watched her with aplex expression in her eyes. Logically speaking, Serena


    simply didn''t have the nerve to kill someone. But that man wanted to see Miss Collins, which meant he


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    had figured something out and wanted to confess the truth to Be, hoping she would help him create a


    new identity to start over.


    But upon seeing Serena, did he hesitate? Change his mind?


    If it was a homicide, the most likely suspect was this weeping girl before her, wasn''t it?


    "I''m going down to the basement."


    Arabe left the study to inspect the man''s body for wounds. Aside from the bruises from a beating a


    couple of days earlier, there were no new injuries.


    After a thorough examination, Arabe returned to the study.


    The study, lit with a warm glow at one in the morning, seemed somewhat eerie against the pitch-ck


    night outside and the asional rattling of the windows in the wind.


    "Did you find out anything?" Eunice was the first to ask.


    "There were no signs of a struggle or a fight, nor did he ingest any lethal poison. His hands and feet


    were bound just as they were before he died, but he definitely died of suffocation."


    At these words, Serena''s tears flooded again, "It really wasn''t me. He said he wanted a quick end -


    could he have not wanted to live anymore? Maybe held his breath until he suffocated himself."


    Arabe had to rify, "It''s impossible for a person tomit suicide without external help, including


    holding one''s breath."


    When pushed to the limit, the brain stem and autonomic nervous system, which control breathing,


    automatically kick in. They are not governed by conscious thought. It’s not like the brain can tell the


    body to stop breathing indefinitely without it eventually taking a breath.


    In simpler terms, if one holds their breath to the point of brain hypoxia, muscle rxation would


    naturally ur, interrupting the breath-holding and preventing death.


    "Could it be that he had some kind of disease, a sudden death?" Serena spected, looking pale with


    fear.


    "I checked. It was mechanical asphyxiation, in and simple. In other words, someone smothered


    him."


    Serena turned even paler, "Not me. When I saw him covered in blood, I was so scared I went weak all


    over. How could I have gotten close to him, let alone have the strength to smother him?"


    Arabe''s gaze also turnedplex. Logically, Serena didn''t have the courage or strength to kill a


    grown man, especially an assassin. If he had wanted to resist, even with his hands and feet tied, he


    could have easily overpowered a frail girl.


    But if not her, could there be a mole inside the house? Or had someone else infiltrated the estate


    unseen?


    However, this possibility was quickly dismissed by Arabe.


    The crime scene still had Serena. If someone hade in with the intent to kill the man and done so in


    front of Serena, she wouldn''t have survived either, not to mention still being here to weep and wail.


    Moreover, if someone had wanted him dead, he would have fought back, yet there were no signs of a


    struggle.


    If he was intent on dying, why would he want to see Miss Collins? It seemed like he wanted to reveal


    the truth to her - not like someone desiring death.


    What on earth was going on?


    Arabe was deep in thought.