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

He had carefully chosen a bouquet of exceptionally bright and beautiful flowers, instructing the clerk to wrap it like a piece of art.

I floated beside him, watching as a rare smile spread across his face, brimming with happiness.

It was the same smile he had on the night he proposed to me.

Entering the hospital room filled with the smell of disinfectant, he placed the bouquet beside the bed. Mia, seeing him arrive, coughed twice, her complexion growing even paler.

"I can take care of myself. Have you finished all your work?" she asked.

As she spoke, she covered her face and coughed violently again.

Arthur gently brushed away the stray hairs from Mia's forehead and said softly, "How could I leave you like this? As soon as I finished, I rushed here."

"Have they caught the serial killer?" Mia asked.

Arthur frowned. "How did you know?"

A flash of panic crossed Mia's eyes, then she composed herself and said, "It's all around. The cleaning lady mentioned it to me today."

Indeed, the news had already spread throughout the city; it was hardly a secret.

"Did they catch the killer?" Mia pressed on.

"Are you that curious?"

"After all, it's such a big case. I'm a bit scared, too, just hoping the police will catch the killer soon."

Arthur chuckled and affectionately ruffled Mia's hair. "Your main task is to focus on getting better."

Whenever I felt unwell in the past, he would comfort me with the same tenderness.

I stared intently at Mia.

Arthur had no idea who he was really dealing with!

Mia obediently closed her eyes and lay down.

Arthur's phone began to ring; it was a call from the station.

He stepped outside the hospital room to answer it.

"Arthur, your cake has been delivered. Is it your birthday today?"

"It was addressed to dear Mr. Hastings." The officers at the station teased him. "Could it be from Claire?"

At this, Arthur's face turned ashen. "Today isn't my birthday. You guys go ahead and eat it!"

As soon as the call ended, he muttered to himself, "I hate cream, and she knows it!"

Immediately, he dialed my number but only got a busy signal, with no response.

Frustrated, he called three more times, still unable to get through.

They took my phone away.

Initially, they planned to use me to extort some money. After the last call, they saw how few contacts I had and abandoned the idea.

They turned on my phone's camera and recorded everything.

Arthur was running out of patience.

Even if we argued, I would never ignore his calls, let alone not respond after several attempts.

He sent me several voice messages on WhatsApp. "Claire, stop bugging me! Can't we just let each other go?

"Also, your cat is nearly starving. If you can really be so heartless, then even if it dies, I won't help you deal with it.

"Don't think that hiding will make me soften and forgive you. As long as Mia isn't well, I won't forgive you!"

My heart felt like needles were piercing it, the pain making my whole body tremble.

Focused on venting his dissatisfaction on WhatsApp, Arthur didn't notice that Mia, as if nothing was wrong, was climbing off the bed with a fierce and sinister look in her eyes.

"Arthur, where are you?" Caleb's call came through. "There's a major discovery. Hurry back!"