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.

nodded in

not wanting to

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

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

glancing at Luther. She couldn't bear

worker opened the coffin, revealing an

work my whole life, and I can

It should have been..." Joyce covered her mouth with

urn and take a

ahead,” Luther agreed. Since the urn had been recently placed there, there must be

it

doubts,” Luther said firmly, holding Joyce's hand. “I'm here with you. Don't

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

big eyes fixed

and when he saw that something was wrong, he walked over and

the urn in front of them, and it was filled with fine powder. As soon as it was opened, a bit of the

felt her

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

not," the worker said with

do you know?"

high temperatures of cremation. They would scatter with a gust of wind, leaving nothing behind. Usually, they would

now." Joyce and

brow. "If this grave was empty four years ago, why would someone put fake ashes in almost four years later? It

and it would be reckless

a few strands of her own hair and handed them to Darrin. "Go and do the