Chapter 211

Luther got into the car and instructed Aaron, "Go to the forensic

identification center.”

"Yes." Aaron responded, "Luther..."

Aaron wanted to say something but finally he held it back. This morning

he received a phone call from Luther, rushed back to Khebury, first

went to the Warner residence, and then to the police station to find out

what really happened. Although they had got various proof against

Joyce, he did not believe that Joyce would kill Grandma.

He hadn't known Joyce for a long time, but he knew, deep in his heart,

Joyce was a woman with great love.

"What are you trying to say?" Luther clutched the divorce agreement in

his hand, his handsome face now livid.

Joyce signed the divorce papers without a second thought, and didn't

even ask him. She was so dismissive of the marriage. He felt really

resentful but he could not say it out loud.

Aaron knew his boss must be in a bad mood and sighed, "It's nothing."

The Bentley sped along, arriving at the forensic identification center

early in the morning.

Aaron had long before used his connections to make arrangements.

A staff member waited at the door, saw Luther get out of the car, and

respectfully led them to the morgue.

Walking through the eerie corridor, the heavy iron door was open, and

the staff walked right inside. According to the number, he pulled out a

freezer, and the bone-chilling cold air gushed out, freezing everyone

present.

Even if he refused to believe, now he saw Stephanie's body with his

own eyes.

Luther choked up, his eyes gradually blurred. As far as he could

remember, he had never shed tears. Today he also did not really cry.

The pain had numbed him all over and he could not even shed a tear.

Stephanie lay quietly in the freezer, but not peacefully. There were all

those bruises, and horrible red marks on her face. The preliminary

conclusion of death was asphyxiation. Nobody could know what

happened to her before she died. And who killed her.

His grandmother, who was closest to him since he was a child, taught

him so many things. The person he respected and loved most, who

devoted all her life to raising him, now lied in a cold freezer.

The staff member cautiously asked, "Mister, do you consent to an

autopsy?"

He handed a piece of paper forward, "If you agree, please sign here."

Luther took the pen handed to him by the staff and clutched it tightly in

his hand without saying a word.

Grandma passed away and they couldn't even hold a funeral for her in

time, and an autopsy meant that she could not be buried whole. It was

too difficult a choice, and he was definitely reluctant to make it out of

love. But he had to do it for the truth.

He stopped his breath and signed his name on the document.

Then, "snap!" He crushed the signature pen in his hand. On the back of

his hand, the veins were exposed, and he tried his best to hold back.

“Grandmother, you had lived such a heroic life, and certainly you do not

want to die without even a reason.”

“With your temperament, you sure will find out the truth, or never stop.”

Luther pushed the freezer back and turned to leave the center with

Aaron.

Before getting into the car, Aaron asked, "Luther, where are you going

now? Back to your apartment downtown?"

Luther had a luxury apartment in the city, which was far more luxurious

than the Roseland Mansion where Shelly lived. It's just that he wanted

to spend more time with his grandma and had rarely gone there. Today

Aaron had sent someone to clean it up.

"Go to the detention center." Luther looked at the dark night, and the

cold wind, and said expressionlessly.