Died On The Day My Mother Gave Birth To Her Third Child

"The victim was likely just an adult, with multiple stab wounds. The most critical areas have been damaged beyond recognition by the solution. The relevant data has been handed over to the testing lab, and…"

She paused, her expression filled with disgust. "A heart has been drawn on the victim's body."

At this, all the police officers present gasped in shock.

Especially my father, who slammed his hand on the table in disbelief.

They all knew what that heart symbolized.

Years ago, when Jack was brutally murdered, the killer had also left a heart on his body.

"Could this mean…?"

My father stammered, pointing at the screen. He was about to speak but was sharply interrupted by my mother: "No!"

To divert attention, my mother unleashed a slew of details.

When the images reached the mark on my wrist, the officer who had come to collect evidence at our home suddenly called for a stop.

I suddenly held my breath.

Had they found something?

I have never taken off that bracelet.

If they put it on my wrist, they would surely notice that even though my wrist was swollen, the area covered matched perfectly with the back of the bracelet.

The officer suggested this, but my mother quickly countered.

"The marks are too deep, how could it be from the bracelet?"

"Give it a try."

The police proposed, but my mother's face suddenly changed.

Because they didn't know that while they were looking for other evidence, she had already disposed of that bracelet.

The investigation hit a stalemate.

Finally, the lead officer made a decision: "Let's start with a DNA test and have the sketch artist depict the victim's appearance. Whoever it is, we will get to the bottom of this!"