You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1659: Everything is Fake

Mufron.

Public Cemetery, secluded and isolated from the world.

After arriving in Mufron and taking a day to rest and adjust to the time difference, they came here early the next morning. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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

away, not wanting to witness

Warner, something

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

ordered the worker after glancing at

opened the coffin, revealing an urn

here. I'm certain of it. I've been in this line of work my whole life, and I can tell the time of burial from the

Joyce covered her mouth with

the urn and take a look?"

been recently placed there, there must

if it disturbs

any doubts,” Luther said firmly, holding Joyce's hand. “I'm here with

also tightened her grip on Anderson's hand.

his big eyes fixed on

that something

it was filled with fine powder. As soon as it

felt her heart

an infant,” the worker said after examining

not," the worker

you know?"

formed yet, and they can't withstand the high temperatures of 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 grave mound," the worker waved his hand. "If you don't believe me, you can take the ashes for

I'll do a DNA test now." Joyce and Luther exchanged glances. If it wasn't Iris's ashes, what did it

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

orchestrated everything. She hadn't contacted him in a long time, and it would be reckless to ask him now. It would be better

the DNA test. I'll go to the