Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1659: Everything is Fake

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.

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 sorrow.

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.

"Okay," Luther nodded in agreement.

Joyce turned her gaze away, not wanting to witness this scene.

The worker was about to open the coffin when he suddenly 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 problem?"

"The coffin 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 that has been opened recently."

"Open it quickly," Joyce ordered the worker after glancing at Luther. She couldn't bear to see this.

The worker opened the coffin, revealing an urn inside.

"You see, the urn 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," the worker said.

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

believe it.

"May I open the urn and take a look?" the worker asked.

"Go ahead," Luther agreed. Since the urn had been recently placed there, there must be something

wrong.

"But what if it disturbs Iris?" Joyce hesitated.

"We can't have any doubts," Luther said firmly, holding Joyce's hand. "I'm here with you. Don't be

afraid."

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

"Yeah," Anderson nodded, his big eyes fixed on the urn inside the coffin.

Darrin had been waiting nearby, and when he saw that something was wrong, he walked over and

stood by their side.

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

opened, a bit of the powder floated in the air with the wind.

Joyce felt her heart ache.

"It's impossible for this to be the ashes of an infant," the worker said after examining it, closing the urn.

"Definitely not," the worker said with certainty.

"How do you know?" Luther asked.

"To 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 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 DNA testing. You'll see that I'm right."

Darrin reached out and said, "Give it to me. I'll do a DNA test now."

Joyce and Luther exchanged glances. If it wasn't Iris's ashes, what did it mean?

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

in almost four years later? It doesn't make any sense."

Joyce knew that Christian had orchestrated everything. She 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 discreetly first.

She 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 happened and find out more," she said.

Darrin nodded.

"Wait, let me give you a phone number. Go to Dr. Tommy. Mufron has more advanced technology, and

he has his own laboratory. We'll get the results quickly," Luther opened his phone's contact list and

found the number, showing it to Darrin.

Darrin glanced at it and memorized it. "Yes, Mr. Warner, Lieutenant General, I'll take care of it. I'll let

you know as soon as I have any news."

After speaking, Darrin left.

The worker asked at this moment, "What should we do with this grave? Should we not relocate it?

Everything is fake."

Luther looked at the now empty grave and asked Joyce for her opinion. "Let's find out the truth first. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Should we fill the grave back?"

Joyce nodded. "Yes."

Just as the worker was about to cover the coffin lid and fill the soil back in, Luther suddenly said,

"Smash the tombstone and discard it."

Joyce was taken aback. The tombstone had the words "Iris" inscribed on it. Although a new tombstone

had been made in Khebury, why did they have to smash this one?

She looked at Luther, puzzled.

The worker understood. "Okay," he said. He lifted the shovel and forcefully smashed the tombstone,

shattering it in an instant.

"We hope for a miracle. Seeing is believing. By smashing the tombstone, we hope that she is still

alive," the worker explained to Joyce, looking up.

Joyce's eyes filled with astonishment.

Was it possible?

Could she dare to hope for that? After so many years, it was something she didn't even dare to dream

of.

She couldn't help but tremble all over, and Luther held her even tighter.

"This cemetery is meaningless now. Since someone has tampered with it, I believe there must be

something wrong," Luther looked at her teary eyes and nodded solemnly.

"Yes. We will find out the truth," Joyce also nodded firmly.