"Oh, such a tragic death! Did you find any clues?"
"Some discoveries have been made. We should be able to identify the deceased and find the murderer soon. Don't go out recently. I fear that woman will hurt you like crazy."
Mia was in his arms, and her eyes were full of pride.
"Darling, won't Lena be unhappy if you stay with me every day?"
Hearing my name, Maxwell's face darkened.
"Why should she be unhappy? She is so dirty and disgusting, not as good as you."
His words made me feel sad.
I wanted to remind him that the one he was holding in his hands was a wicked woman.
The next day at noon, Maxwell was still busy in the autopsy room when Bob rushed in with a photo.
"Maxwell! Have you contacted Lena? I called her several times but she didn't answer!"
Maxwell didn't even raise his head. "Why should I contact her?"
Bob was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He then slapped the photo in his hand in front of Maxwell.