Chapter 267

However, Lena was not angry. She merely gave her a glance and said, “Underneath the skin, we’re all the same. There’s no difference between a dead person and a living person.”

Molly furrowed her brows as she glanced at her. Molly was the most arrogant and overbearing among the younger generation of the Moore family. She always spoke tactlessly and never considered the feelings of the listener.

Vermont was worried she would not shut her mouth and ruin everyone’s spirits, so he quickly changed the subject, “Aren’t you from forensics? Do forensics also need to touch corpses?”

Lena said, “If there is a need, I will need to touch them, but there is usually the coroner to do it. We also need to go over there to dissect bodies when it’s busy.”

“Dissect?” The corner of Vermont’s lips twitched. “Then would you still be able to eat your meals?”

“Why wouldn’t I be able to eat? It’s just work,” she replied.

Vermont turned to Carter. “Lena’s hands touched a corpse, and she used it to grab food for you. Are you still able to eat?”

At this moment, everyone was looking at Carter. Even Lena was watching him and waiting for him to answer. From Stella’s point of view, Lena’s occupation was very cool, but this field was quite a niche.

They needed to interact with the dead all day, which was seen as ominous for businessmen.

Carter lifted his gaze and slowly observed everyone. He then said slowly, “You would still eat the food even if the cook made the food with the hand he wiped his ass with, right?”

Vermont was speechless. He replied through gritted teeth, “Who wouldn’t wash their hands after going to the bathroom before cooking?”

“You know it’s common sense, then why did you ask this pointless question?” Carter responded.

Carter put his palm on the back of Lena’s hand and lightly patted it, “Dead people can’t talk, but she can communicate with the corpse.” No one knew what he was thinking, but Carter chuckled and turned around to ask Lena, “If I die one day, could you dissect me yourself? It feels like it would be quite a romantic thing to do.”

Everyone was at a loss for words. The sentence was a little bone–chilling, and Vermont could not help but say, “Do you have a misunderstanding about romanticism?”

Lena pulled her hand back and gave Carter a sidelong glance before saying coldly, “No.”

Carter saw she was angry and softened his tone. “It’s just a joke. Don’t be angry, okay?”

As he said this, he started to cough. Lena saw this, and her expression grew anxious. Compared to Zane, Carter’s physical health was not considered well. Although he was the older brother, he was very frail when he was born. It was a defect brought from the womb. Hence he had never stopped his medication throughout the twenty–something years.