My Forensic Wife Killed Our Daughter for Her Lover

Chapter 7

In the reeds, I found a stone with bloodstains on it. It must have landed high up when thrown because there were still traces left.

I remembered what Greta's colleague had said about my daughter, how her knees were bloody when they found her. It seemed likely the blood on this stone belonged to her.

I placed the stone in a clear bag and kept searching, but by nightfall, I had found nothing more.

As I was leaving, a gentle breeze swayed the reeds, scattering their fluff in the wind. Suddenly, I remembered something important and quickly pulled out my phone to check. Of course, I couldn't I have forgotten such crucial information.

I took the stone to the lab, and the results confirmed that the blood was indeed my daughter's.

With this evidence, I contacted a lawyer immediately and showed him what I had. He told me, "The chat records you have can support your case, but they aren't strong enough on their own. To win, you need undeniable proof of murder."

"But Ada's body has already been cremated. If she were still here, her body might show more injuries, which is probably why Greta was so quick to cremate her." I replied, a hint of disappointment washing over me.

"Recordings and texts can be faked, but remember this—those who've done wrong are often haunted by their guilt. Their fear can be your weapon," the lawyer suggested.

It suddenly clicked. I recalled Greta's reaction that night when I told her Ada wanted justice. She was afraid, guilt-ridden and terrified of spirits and ghosts.

It's when people were in that state that they were most likely to let their guard down and reveal the truth.

I called Greta, saying I'd need another week before returning. Greta didn't ask much, only reminding me to stay safe.

Finally, I was about to start executing my plan to catch the culprit.