Chapter 2 2

Chapter 2

My body was taken to the police station.

Due to the severe damage, it needed restoration.

The person assigned to this task was my daughter, Hana.

She was the best mortician at the hospital.

With practiced ease, she donned her gloves and mask and began her examination.

Her assistant, Judie, staggered in, her face ghostly pale.

This was her third trip to the restroom to vomit.

Hana smiled and gently patted her shoulder.

"Judie, if you're not feeling well, go take a break."

Judie waved her hand, trying to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she rushed back to the restroom.

Hana picked up the report on the table and glanced at it.

The deceased was a woman, aged between 45 and 50.

I hovered beside my daughter, anxiously circling her.

Hana, it's Mom!

Recognize me quickly, catch the murderer!

Just then, Judie came back in, fully geared up.

She looked at the report in Hana's hand.

"A middle-aged woman, huh? I wonder how heartbroken her children must be."

Hana's brow furrowed, as if something had crossed her mind.

She took out her phone.

I thought she had remembered me, but to my surprise, she dialed her mother-in-law.

The call was quickly answered.

"Mom! What are you doing at home?"

"Nothing much, just missing you~"

A voice came from the other end.

"You're always so attached. Come home for dinner with Aydan tonight?"

"Sure! I want braised pork ribs."

"No problem, I'll make them for you!"

After hanging up, Hana let out a sigh of relief, her eyes slightly red.

Judie asked, "Hana, were you calling your mom?"

"Yeah, seeing the age of this body made me think of my mom. I'm terrified something might happen to her too."

Judie chuckled and teased, "You have such a good relationship with your mom."

I floated there, stunned.

A deep, aching pain filled my heart.

So, my daughter was so obedient and affectionate in front of her mother-in-law, even acting coy.

Look, even Judie thought the person on the other end of the call was her real mom.

But what about me, Hana?

I'm your real mom.

Can't you spare a bit of love for me?

I watched my daughter busily moving around the room.

I hoped she would remember something, but even until she got off work, she didn't.