"Are you suggesting this wasn't an accident?"
Nora carefully replayed the incident in her mind.
Because the flowerpot had fallen so suddenly without hitting anyone, she hadn't paid it much thought.
But the second one dropped exactly where she had been standing right after she left, critically injuring someone. Calling it a mere coincidence felt like a massive stretch.
But how could the perpetrator guarantee she'd stay standing in that exact spot, waiting for the second hit?
"Whether it's an accident or not depends on the investigation."
"The video footage is too blurry. Nora, I need you to carefully reconstruct the exact trajectory of that falling planter."
Knowing that Nathan was a top-tier expert in this field, Nora closed her eyes, visualizing the moment, before giving him a highly detailed breakdown of the physics and angles.
Nathan mapped the falling trajectory in his mind and quickly sketched a rough 3D model on the tablet beside him.
"Like this?"
Nora reached over and adjusted a few minor details on the screen.
"Based on the velocity, it didn't fall from too high up."
Otherwise, she wouldn't have heard the whistling sound in time to dodge it.
Nathan made the adjustments and handed the tablet back.
Nora ran the mental calculations and nodded. "That looks accurate."
Nathan took the tablet back, his eyes locked onto the screen as his brilliant mind rapidly analyzed the data.
Nora knew she couldn't compete with his analytical speed, so she stayed perfectly quiet.
She quietly set up the overbed table, unpacked their lunch, and placed a fork right near his hand. "Eat while you think," she said softly.
Nathan murmured an agreement. They ate in companionable silence, Nathan utterly absorbed in his thoughts.
Out of nowhere, the image of that young man from the street flashed into Nora's mind.
Honestly, he hadn't looked like a teenager.
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