Charlie spoke coldly, without any emotion in his eyes, as if he was saying something insignificant.
Kyle was startled. He met Ashley's shocked eyes and said, "Don't listen to him. The young couple are fighting these days. If you hear from Nora, please tell her to be careful and go back early."
"Ah... Okay."
Kyle glanced at Charlie, who looked sullen, and then he led Charlie back to the autopsy room.
"Why did you have to behave like that? Women need to be pleased. You may lose your wife if you continue this way."
Charlie's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and he said confidently, "She can't live without me."
Yes, I used to think I couldn’t live without him.
My parents died in a car accident when I was little. So, Charlie was my only family.
Before I discovered he was Yasmin's childhood sweetheart, I really relied on him.
I thought I found love, but it turned out I countered a fatal plot.
I touched my heart, which no longer beat, and I felt pain.
Kyle shook his head helplessly and took Charlie into the autopsy room.
"We only pieced together the deceased's body roughly yesterday. We must restore the body as soon as possible and get clues from it."
As soon as Kyle finished speaking, Coroner Zander gasped.
Charlie asked, "What's wrong?"
"Look, there is a knife-long scar on the deceased's thigh. It feels like it has hyperplasia, and it looks like it has been there for quite some years."
Upon hearing this, Charlie's face froze. He quickly stepped forward and looked at my body carefully.
The more he looked at my body, the worse his face became. Then, he seemed to have thought about something, and his expression softened again.
"Professor Hector, did you find anything?"
"No. Go ahead."
Yasmin cut me and left that scar on my thigh when I was in college. She and her roommates tortured me and left many scars on my body, which made me scared of wearing skirts or short sleeves.
After I met Charlie, I developed an inferiority complex and didn't dare let him see it. Therefore, I tried to remove the scars on my body intentionally or unintentionally. However, the scar on my thigh was too deep, and I couldn't make it disappear, no matter what I did.
Charlie used to look at this scar with sympathy in his eyes and felt sorry for me.
But when the scar he had caressed day and night was presented in front of his eyes, he couldn't recognize it.
Or rather, he couldn't believe it.