My Forensic Wife Killed Our Daughter for Her Lover

Chapter 4

The next morning, Greta headed off to work. She'd been incredibly busy lately with a big case for the criminal investigation team, giving me the perfect chance to look into things on my own.

I told Greta I was planning a trip to unwind. She didn't question it and wished me a good time.

But instead of going to the airport like I said, I showed up at her workplace. Standing quietly in the forensic department, I caught the attention of one of Greta's coworkers.

He greeted, "Oh, hi. You're here for Greta? Greta's at a crime scene. She won't be back until late. You can call her."

I shook my head and stopped him from dialing. "I'm actually here for Ada's assessment report. Please don't tell Greta. She's very upset about her passing, and it's best not to mention it around her."

Understanding, he led me to the archive room and helped me find my daughter's file. "Since she was cremated quickly, we only have the preliminary results."

I nodded, thanked him, and carefully took the file, trying to control the trembling in my hands.

Seeing my distress, Greta's coworker offered his sympathy. "I met Ada. She was such a sweet girl. Maybe it was just bad luck that led to this accident. But I ensured she looked peaceful when she was cremated, and I took care of her injuries."

"Injuries?" I asked, frowning.

"Yes," he replied. "When Ada was brought in, there was a big wound on her knee, and her pants were soaked with blood. I helped treat it."

I suddenly grabbed his wrist and asked, "Does Greta know?"

"Of course, she knows. She was the one who determined the cause of death for Ada. As a mother, she would be more meticulous than any of us."

"She also asked me to clean the blood and she bought the pants to change Ada into."

For some reason, I felt like I had grasped a thread of the truth. I couldn't help but tighten my grip on his wrist.

"Do you know how Ada died?" I pressed.

Greta's colleague looked at me, puzzled. "Wasn't it due to inhaling too much reed, leading to suffocation?"

"Did you see it with your eyes? Are you sure?" I tried to dig deeper, my voice trembling slightly.

He shook his head. "I only know that an excess of reeds was indeed removed from Ada's mouth and nose. Logically, with Greta's experience, the result shouldn't be wrong."

That was true. Greta was experienced and meticulous, and had been involved in many cases, always making accurate judgments without fail. But precisely because of this, it's easy for her to find the truth, and just as easy to mislead it.

I asked him not to mention seeing me, and he agreed. Holding the results, I stayed in a nearby hotel, constantly monitoring Greta's every move.