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

gaze away, not wanting to witness

noticed something amiss. "Wait, Mr. Warner, something seems off," he said. Luther's expression changed, and he quickly asked, "What's wrong? What's the

that it happened within the past few months," the worker carefully examined the area. "We have

Joyce ordered the worker after glancing at Luther. She couldn't

opened the coffin, revealing

was recently placed 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 layer of ash on top,"

is that possible? It should have been..." Joyce covered her mouth with her hand, unable to

open the urn and take a look?" the

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

what if it disturbs Iris?" Joyce

have any doubts,” Luther said firmly, holding Joyce's hand.

hand. "Andres, don't be

Anderson nodded, his big eyes fixed on the urn inside the

had been waiting nearby, and when he saw that something was wrong, he walked over and stood by their

with fine powder. As soon as it was opened, a bit

felt her

this to be the ashes of an infant,”

worker

do you know?" Luther

be honest, when you moved the grave, I wanted to tell you about my doubts. I found it strange before. Infants don't have ashes. Their bones haven't even fully 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

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

would someone put fake ashes in almost four years later? It doesn't make

She hadn't contacted him in a long time, and it

plucked a few strands of her own hair and handed them to Darrin. "Go and do the DNA test. I'll go to the hospital where it all