After I Died, My Boyfriend was Busy Taking Care of the Murderer

After that, I was taken to Arthur's house.

Back then, Arthur was like a big brother to me, comforting and caring for me, even giving me his most beloved toy.

Later, Arthur's father, Oscar Hastings, passed away, and the two of us were left to rely on each other.

When I fell ill with a high fever and talked nonsense in my dreams, calling for my parents, he stayed by my bedside day and night, taking care of me.

Later on, his first love, Mia, appeared, and he started to distance himself from me.

Then, when Mia moved in, she had an asthma attack as soon as she entered the house.

Arthur immediately blamed me and my cat.

I couldn't understand how twenty years of affection and trust could shatter instantly because of someone he had just met.

He questioned me, asking why I had treated Mia that way.

No matter how many times I explained, he wouldn't listen.

He was convinced that I was the cause of Mia's relapse.

We had initially planned to get married at the end of this year, but after that incident, he never mentioned it again.

The last time we spoke was when I was trying on wedding dresses. He said he was too busy to come.

"Check under her fingernails for DNA," Arthur said, placing my fingers in a bag and sending them to the lab.

I wanted to tell him.

"There is! There is! I left some behind!"

But no matter how many times I appeared in front of him, he passed right through me.

I drifted helplessly, tears soaking my cheeks once again. It turned out that even after death, people could still feel sadness and cry.

"Keep an eye on recent missing persons reports, especially those involving young women.

"Also, the blood samples have been sent to the city. Our equipment here is slower, but the results should be back in two days. Let Caleb know when he gets back. I have other matters to attend to, gotta go."

With that, Arthur took off his uniform and rushed into the pouring rain, heading towards the hospital.

"Arthur, has Claire been by to see you? Cookie's running out of cat food, and she usually brings some over," Amanda Morris called out.

Ever since Arthur wouldn't let me keep a cat at home, I've been keeping Cookie at Amanda's place.

Every week, I make sure to deliver cat food to Amanda's house on time.

Arthur's face darkened at Amanda's words. "I don't know, she hasn't come to find me!"

"Arthur, are you two having a fight? Claire usually answers her phone, and Cookie is her baby. Maybe you should give her a call and ask," Amanda suggested.

Amanda also lived in the police station dormitory.

She was a retired police officer and had watched Arthur and me grow up in this neighborhood.

She was like family to us.

I had actually bought a lot of cat food, but I couldn't deliver it anymore.

Cookie seemed to sense something was wrong and meowed at Arthur on the other end of the phone.

Arthur's expression grew more displeased, but he restrained himself because it was Amanda calling. "Claire and I have broken up," he said patiently. "I don't want to hear anything about her anymore."

"Was it because of Mia?"

Amanda had heard me mention her once before.

"What did Claire tell you?" Arthur's face darkened, his expression growing even uglier.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what she said anymore, Amanda. I have something to do, goodbye."

With that, he hung up the phone and ran to a nearby flower shop.