Levi's eyes flickered for a moment, then returned to normal.
"It's fine. Last time I went to see you, she was arguing and said she was leaving home!"
Ella's eyes flashed with a barely noticeable smile, "You should still call her."
Levi didn't respond immediately. He seemed to hesitate.
Seeing this, Ella said, "I'll call!"
She called, but it was met with a busy signal.
Ella frowned, "Could she has blocked me?"
Upon hearing this, Levi's eyebrows furrowed, and his tone became somewhat harsh, "Don't bother with her. She's always paranoid."
I wasn't paranoid, just dead, unable to answer the phone.
"Was that my fault too?"
I stood in the air, watching all this, my heart full of helplessness and bitterness.
My body was quickly transported back to the station, and Ella personally performed the autopsy.
I watched her quietly, feeling a mix of emotions.
The preliminary autopsy report came out that day. The DNA report would come later, being expedited.
Levi stood before the report, his gaze fixed on the word "cancer," a flash of panic and disbelief in his eyes.
He walked to an empty corner and impatiently pulled out his phone.
He opened the chat interface between us.