You Hit My Heart
Chapter 211

Luther got into the car and instructed Aaron, "Go to the forensicidentification center.”

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

Aaron wanted to say something but finally he held it back. This morninghe received a phone call from Luther, rushed back to Khebury, firstwent to the Warner residence, and then to the police station to replace outwhat really happened. Although they had got various proof againstJoyce, 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 inhis hand, his handsome face now livid.

Joyce signed the divorce papers without a second thought, and didn'teven ask him. She was so dismissive of the marriage. He felt reallyresentful 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 centerearly 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, andrespectfully led them to the morgue.

Walking through the eerie corridor, the heavy iron door was open, andthe staff walked right inside. According to the number, he pulled out afreezer, and the bone-chilling cold air gushed out, freezing everyonepresent.

Even if he refused to believe, now he saw Stephanie's body with hisown eyes.

Luther choked up, his eyes gradually blurred. As far as he couldremember, 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 allthose bruises, and horrible red marks on her face. The preliminaryconclusion of death was asphyxiation. Nobody could know whathappened to her before she died. And who killed her.

His grandmother, who was closest to him since he was a child, taughthim so many things. The person he respected and loved most, whodevoted all her life to raising him, now lied in a cold freezer.

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

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 inhis hand without saying a word.

Grandma passed away and they couldn't even hold a funeral for her intime, and an autopsy meant that she could not be buried whole. It wastoo difficult a choice, and he was definitely reluctant to make it out oflove. 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 ofhis 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 notwant to die without even a reason.”

“With your temperament, you sure will replace out the truth, or never stop.”Luther pushed the freezer back and turned to leave the center withAaron.

Before getting into the car, Aaron asked, "Luther, where are you goingnow? Back to your apartment downtown?"

Luther had a luxury apartment in the city, which was far more luxuriousthan the Roseland Mansion where Shelly lived. It's just that he wantedto spend more time with his grandma and had rarely gone there. TodayAaron had sent someone to clean it up.

"Go to the detention center." Luther looked at the dark night, and thecold wind, and said expressionlessly.