Chapter 1659: Everything Is Fake

Chapter 1659: Everything is Fake

Mufron.

Public Cemetery, secluded and isolated from the world.

After arriving in Mufron and taking a day to rest and adjust to the time

difference, they came here early the next morning.

The weather was fitting, with a light drizzle falling. The sky stretched

out in a pure light gray, carrying a hint of solemnity.

Joyce stood in front of Iris's tombstone, her exquisite face filled with

SOITOW.

In fact, she had never been to the cemetery before. Christian had taken

care of everything back then. She had been focused on seeking

revenge and couldn't face Iris before that. Now, four years had passed,

and her feelings were completely different from back then.

Anderson stood by her side, wearing a black suit, feeling his mother's

sadness. He tightly gripped her sleeve.

Luther had arranged for workers to dig around the grave.

As shovelful after shovelful of soil was dug out and piled to the side, a

high-quality miniature coffin was gradually revealed.

When Joyce saw the coffin, she couldn't help but tremble.

Luther noticed and quickly held her tightly in his arms, comforting her.

Although his own heart was heavy with grief as well.

He also wanted a daughter, but it seemed that his fate with daughters

had come to an end.

He felt a deep sigh in his heart.

"Mr. Warner, shall we open the coffin?" asked one of the workers, a

specialist in grave relocation. It was customary in the industry to ask

again before opening the coffin as a sign of respect.

"Okay," Luther nodded in agreement.

Joyce turned her gaze away, not wanting to witness this scene.

The worker was about to open the coffin when he suddenly noticed

something amiss. "Wait, Mr. Warner, something seems off," he said.

Luther's expression changed, and he quickly asked, "What's wrong?

What's the problem?"

"The coffin has been tampered with recently. The signs of prying

around it are obvious. The marks are fresh, indicating that it happened

within the past few months," the worker carefully examined the area.

"We have a lot of experience, and there's a clear difference between a

coffin that hasn't been opened in four years and one that has been

opened recently.”

"Open it quickly,” Joyce ordered the worker after glancing at Luther.

She couldn't bear to see this.

The worker opened the coffin, revealing an urn inside.

"You see, the urn was recently placed here. I'm certain of it. I've been in

this line of work my whole life, and I can tell the time of burial from the

layer of ash on top," the worker said.

"How is that possible? It should have been..." Joyce covered her mouth

with her hand, unable to believe it.

"May I open the urn and take a look?" the worker asked.

"Go ahead,” Luther agreed. Since the urn had been recently placed

there, there must be something wrong.

"But what if it disturbs Iris?" Joyce hesitated.

"We can't have any doubts,” Luther said firmly, holding Joyce's hand.

“I'm here with you. Don't be afraid."

Joyce also tightened her grip on Anderson's hand. "Andres, don't be

afraid. Mommy is here."

"Yeah," Anderson nodded, his big eyes fixed on the urn inside the

coffin.

Darrin had been waiting nearby, and when he saw that something was

wrong, he walked over and stood by their side.

The worker opened the urn in front of them, and it was filled with fine

powder. As soon as it was opened, a bit of the powder floated in the air

with the wind.

Joyce felt her heart ache.

“It's impossible for this to be the ashes of an infant,” the worker said

after examining it, closing the urn.

"Definitely not," the worker said with certainty.

"How do you know?" Luther asked.

"To be honest, when you moved the grave, I wanted to tell you about

my doubts. I found it strange before. Infants don't have ashes. Their

bones haven't even fully formed yet, and they can't withstand the high

temperatures of cremation. They would scatter with a gust of wind,

leaving nothing behind. Usually, they would use a set of infant clothes

to create a symbolic grave mound," the worker waved his hand. "If you

don't believe me, you can take the ashes for DNA testing. You'll see

that I'm right.”

Darrin reached out and said, "Give it to me. I'll do a DNA test now."

Joyce and Luther exchanged glances. If it wasn't Iris's ashes, what did

it mean?

Luther furrowed his brow. "If this grave was empty four years ago, why

would someone put fake ashes in almost four years later? It doesn't

make any sense."

Joyce knew that Christian had orchestrated everything. She hadn't

contacted him in a long time, and it would be reckless to ask him now. It

would be better for her to investigate discreetly first.

She plucked a few strands of her own hair and handed them to Darrin.

"Go and do the DNA test. I'll go to the hospital where it all happened

and find out more," she said.

Darrin nodded.

"Wait, let me give you a phone number. Go to Dr. Tommy. Mufron has

more advanced technology, and he has his own laboratory. We'll get

the results quickly," Luther opened his phone's contact list and found

the number, showing it to Darrin.

Darrin glanced at it and memorized it. "Yes, Mr. Warner, Lieutenant

General, I'll take care of it. I'll let you know as soon as I have any

news."

After speaking, Darrin left.

The worker asked at this moment, "What should we do with this grave?

Should we not relocate it? Everything is fake."

Luther looked at the now empty grave and asked Joyce for her opinion.

“Let's find out the truth first. Should we fill the grave back?"

Joyce nodded. "Yes."

Just as the worker was about to cover the coffin lid and fill the soil back

in, Luther suddenly said, "Smash the tombstone and discard it."

Joyce was taken aback. The tombstone had the words "Iris" inscribed

on it. Although a new tombstone had been made in Khebury, why did

they have to smash this one?

She looked at Luther, puzzled.

The worker understood. "Okay," he said. He lifted the shovel and

forcefully smashed the tombstone, shattering it in an instant.

"We hope for a miracle. Seeing is believing. By smashing the

tombstone, we hope that she is still alive,” the worker explained to

Joyce, looking up.

Joyce's eyes filled with astonishment.

Was it possible?

Could she dare to hope for that? After so many years, it was something

she didn't even dare to dream of.

She couldn't help but tremble all over, and Luther held her even tighter.

“This cemetery is meaningless now. Since someone has tampered with

it, I believe there must be something wrong,” Luther looked at her teary

eyes and nodded solemnly.

"Yes. We will find out the truth,” Joyce also nodded firmly.