Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

The forensic expert asked someone to move the body back to the autopsy room. Only then did Charlotte dared to take a step forward and stood beside Shane. Of course, she still has sfear towards the body. Any normal person would be afraid of a dead body.

"You can go back first," Shane turned and said to Charlotte.

"What about you?" "I'll wait for the result." Charlotte was obviously reluctant. How could she leave Shane alone after something like this had happened? After all, he was still a patient and she was the one in good health. If anyone were to return it should be the man whose body was covered in bandages. She couldn't leave him alone outside no matter what.

She wrapped her hands around Shane's arm and stood by his side firmly. She was determined to stay.

Shane was quite helpless. He reached out his hand to hold her hand, "I thought you didn't want to see the body." "I'll bear with it." She didn't want to leave.

"Let go." "As soon as I let go of you, you would chaseaway," Charlotte said unhappily.

Shane sighed. He had no choice but to let go and let her do as she pleased. To be honest, it felt quite good to feel her concern. He was just worried she would be scared by the body. After all, this was a police station. There were also weapons other than that. She would be afraid for sure.

About seven or eight minutes later, the medical examiner announced the results. He concluded the man was a labour worker as he did not have distinct injuries which an athlete would have.

"Distinct injuries refer to elbows, wrists and knees injuries for weight-lifters. A swimmer's skin is fairer than an average person and gymnasts would have calluses on their legs and hands," the medical examiner explained, "But this man had injuries all over his body." "In other words, they were targeting us." Charlotte grabbed Shane's hand and looked at him worriedly. "Can you confirm his identity?" Shane asked.

The forensic doctor nodded and said, "It's not difficult. Our department has taken ssamples to analyze. As for me, I can run a DNA test. As long as the information is in my DNA base, I will give you the results." Shane nodded. "Thank you for your work." "It's my job. The two of you should be more worried for yourself. They even dared to attack you in front of the police station. You should think hard about who you've offended and listed ssuspects that may be connected to this incident." "Doctor, do you think this is a premeditated case?" Charlotte asked, "Isn't this a personal grudge?" "I'm a forensic pathologist, not a doctor." The forensic doctor shook his head with a smile. "Miss, I know what you are thinking but it's my responsibility to tell you, amongst so many cases I've worked on, this is my first tseeing someone sacrifice their own life for a murder." Charlotte sighed in response. She knew she was too naive.

She just... just couldn't bear it.

She would rather the perpetrator was a worker who hated her and Shane so badly, he wanted them to die. She didn't want to believe that someone has been used by others to be a puppet of murder. Soon, the identity of the workers was revealed. It was an ordinary worker. His family did not die in the accident and his friends were all alive.

Everyone in his social life was not affected by the incident.

Now, Charlotte had no choice but to believe someone was using these workers.

"I suggest that you leave this city as soon as possible," the officer read the report and said gravely, "We can't prevent them from intentionally targeting you. It's also best if no one else knows of this." Shane looked at the woman next to him. Charlotte lowered her head, deep in thought. After a moment, she suddenly looked at him and their eyes met each other.

They looked at each other and smiled.

Both of them had the splan in mind.

Zoe and Peter were caught off guard by the sudden news that they needed to leave. They were about to pack their stuff and head for the airport. But as soon as they got down, they were immediately pinned down by someone.

Zoe couldn't break free but Peter quickly fought back and knocked the person to the ground. As he was about to help Zoe up, he noticed the man was Cole. He was stunned. Cole took the opportunity and held him against the wall. "Keep quiet, don't move." Cole sounded very cold and serious as if he was carrying out a mission.

Peter swallowed hard and stayed still. He leaned against the wall and sweat trickled down his back.

About five or six minutes later, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted in the parking lot. Peter was shocked and subconsciously moved his leg. Before he could react, Cole had already kicked him in the knee. "If you move again, I'll cripple you." "F**k, can't you have a little conscience? I was worried about Mr. Fuller, okay?"Peter gnashed his teeth and roared at him.

"Mr. Fuller isn't here." "What? Didn't you say we were going to gather downstairs and leave?" Instead of answering him, Cole pressed the earpiece in his ear and said, "According to the radius of the explosion, the attacker is within 10 to 20 meters. Team A and B, move. C and D, surround the area. Capture anyone who looks like a worker." As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of Peter. "They calculated the tfor you to get down the stairs to the car as a signal." "Why, why?" Peter was stunned.

Although he still didn't know who Cole was referring to, his instincts told him that this situation was not good.

"They wanted to trap all of you. They are quite ambitious but without technical support, they can't monitor your movement so they could not determine what tyou got into the car. They could only see what tyou cdown since they have people at the front desk." "Who the h*ll are they?" "Workers." Peter frowned and asked, "Why would they want to kill us?" Cole gave him a thoughtful look. "Because they're poor." Peter didn't like what Cole said. What was wrong with the poor? He used to be poor and he didn't think that someone's social status could determine their actions.

Cole seemed to understand what he thought so he continued calmly, "By poor, I mean those who are easily incited. They harbour extrhatred against the rich under certaino m circumstances. They're tactless and • They extreme. Their own weaknesses are the reason why they would never be rich." "I still think that you look down on the poor." "I do look down on them," Cole answered bluntly. "Especially the poor who have done this kind of thing. Think about it, how many of them actually want to avenge their friends? How many just want you and Shane dead?" "This..."

"Do you think they will stop because you think highly of them? No, they will not. Instead, they will turn around and look down on you thinking you were lucky and they weren't." Peter was speechless. He was silent for a long twith his head lowered. He knew what Cole said made sense but he couldn't look down on the poor just because of that.

Zoe, who had not spoken, said softly, "The words poor and rich aren't meant to dignify or degrade anyone. They are just labels based on facts. The workers that attacked us are poor while the people who wanted to harm you and Shane are rich. Both groups are equally bad." "Exactly." Cole nodded. "There are good people who are poor and rich people who are good. But goodness has nothing to do with being rich or poor." Peter really didn't understand Cole's point.

Cole just clearly said that being poor was a sin. Why did he suddenly change his point and say being poor or rich was unrelated to being good? Zoe smiled at Cole and said, "Mr. Play should have been very good at philosophy back then. Very few people could point out such views." "It's just a coincidence." "So who do you think is behind the attack this time? The poor or the rich?" Zoe's words were filled with bitterness.

She really wanted to know Cole's true thought but at the stshe was also trying to protect Peter.