Aunt Yvonne, please don't cry. Let me wipe away your tears.
I wanted to comfort her, but I realized that my ghostly hands couldn't touch her.
My only family in this world who still cares about me, please don't cry for me anymore.
At that moment, someone from the laboratory approached with the test results in hand.
"The DNA results for the murder case from two days ago are out!"
Aunt Yvonne immediately turned around, wanting to saw the report.
It was dimly lit in the room, and she trembled as she brought the repost to the desk.
Dad, soon you will know whether I really wanted to skip school.
The daughter you hated the most is really dead.
But as Dad leaned in to take a closer look, he accidentally spilled coffee onto the paper, causing it stained.
"Neil, what are you doing?"
"It's my fault, I'm just too tired and couldn't hold the cup properly. Can you print another copy of the report?" He looked towards the person from the laboratory.
"My colleagues in the lab are also working overtime. They just took a break, but I'll call them to issue another copy. It might take about half an hour."
"Okay, let me know as soon as the results are out. I will inform the family."
"Okay."