Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

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. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

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.