You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1659: Everything is Fake

Mufron.

Public Cemetery, secluded and isolated from the world.

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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.

Luther nodded in

her gaze away, not

amiss. "Wait, Mr. Warner, something seems off," he said. Luther's expression changed, and he

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

it quickly,” Joyce ordered the worker after glancing at Luther. She couldn't

worker opened the coffin,

the urn was recently placed here. I'm certain of it. I've been in this line of work my

covered her mouth with her hand, unable

I open the urn and take

been recently placed there, there

what if it disturbs Iris?"

Luther said firmly, holding Joyce's hand. “I'm

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

fixed on

he saw that something was

powder. As soon as it was

felt her heart

impossible for this to be the ashes of an infant,”

the worker said with

do you know?"

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

reached out and said, "Give it to me. I'll do a DNA test now." Joyce and Luther exchanged glances.

would someone put fake

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

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