Mr. Brady, there’s a misunderstanding here. We were talking with your son and asking the boy to tell us what happened. As soon as the officer finished speaking, I replied immediately, “No, sir. You’re not allowed to work with my son without a legal guardian, such as myself or my wife, present. The cameras on your bodies have also recorded everything since you stepped into this house.
I’ll be requesting that you extract that footage. I want to know what you said to my son before I got back. And right now, I need to talk privately with my son. After what I said, the officer wanted to explain something more, but his colleague raised his hand and shook his head slightly to stop him. They understood they were wrong, and any justification now would only exacerbate the situation.
After the two officers stepped back, I turned to sit down next to my son. Helen was still hugging Jackson, one hand still holding the phone, recording everything. I looked at my son, my voice as gentle as possible when I said to Jackson, “Sweetheart, tell me what happened.” “Okay.” Jackson nodded slightly. He took a deep breath as if to gather courage, then started telling me everything.
When we had just left, Jackson and Jacob were still in the living room playing together like in the morning. The two were building blocks together. Jacob sat right next to Jackson and laughed happily. Then somehow Jacob had picked up a screwdriver from somewhere. Maybe it was under the sofa or someone had accidentally left it somewhere within reach of the 3-year-old.
Jacob held the screwdriver, thinking it was a new toy, and excitedly ran over to the electrical outlet on the wall. When Jacob was about to stick the screwdriver into the outlet, Jackson saw it. He quickly rushed over and grabbed the screwdriver out of his cousin’s hand. Jacob was scared at that moment because his toy was taken away, so he cried loudly.
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