Just as the coroner said, I had a strong desire to live, and I had been expecting Charlie to come and save me. Calling him was my last ray of hope, but after he answered the phone, I heard him say, "Yasmin suffers from neurasthenia. She just fell asleep. Don't make trouble for no reason."

At that moment, I finally understood that no matter what I did, he only cared about his childhood sweetheart.

I gave up hope and stopped struggling.

After a series of analyses, they obtained no helpful information.

Well, they didn’t even know who the deceased was. How could they get any useful information?

As soon as Charlie came out of the autopsy room, he found the captain of the criminal investigation team and asked him to check the missing persons registered in the entire city.

However, there were many missing persons reported in the city this year, and it would take a lot of time to check them one by one.

I gave a bitter smile as I shook my head. Then, I whispered in his ear,

Unfortunately, he couldn't hear me.

Charlie stayed in the police station for a while and then went outside to get some fresh air. The captain of the criminal investigation team also came out.

He took some cigarettes from his pocket and handed Charlie one.

Charlie didn't usually smoke, but he never refused cigarettes offered to him by others.

He held the unlit cigarette between his fingers as if he was really smoking.

The captain of the criminal investigation team, Kyle Griffin, wasn't surprised at that. He took a deep drag on a cigarette and asked with a worried look on his face, "Do you have any clues about the case?"

"No, the information we got was too little to piece together anything useful."

"Okay. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you with it recently. Let's call it a day. Now, go home and accompany your wife. You just got married. You can't ignore your wife." Kyle smiled and pushed Charlie's arm. "I was busy and didn't attend your wedding. When this is over, I'll treat you two to a meal."

Charlie looked relaxed and said nonchalantly, "That can wait."

No one knew that Charlie and I had a big fight before I died.

He imitated my handwriting, signed the Letter of Understanding behind my back, and rescued his childhood sweetheart who had committed a crime from prison.

When I learned about this, I broke down on the spot and questioned him why.