Her Suicide Note Blamed Me, So I Called the Police for an Autopsy Chapter 07

Her Suicide Note Blamed Me, So I Called the Police for an Autopsy Chapter 07

The final airport verification came back half an hour later.

During that half hour, no one in the cemetery spoke.

Mara stayed collapsed on the ground.

Lydia leaned against the coffin and could not speak for a long time.

Ryan stood in front of the screen, his knuckles clenched white.

After reading the update, the officer looked up at Ryan.

“Natalie James’s personal phone contains login records for Sarah Winter’s private accounts.”

“Also, we found footage from the back-end surveillance system of a hotel attached to the

venue. A woman with a similar build changed clothes there and left tonight.”

“Ethan has also admitted that the VIP channel, luggage registration, and Vancouver route

were all kept under Mr. Hall’s instructions.”

Ryan’s jaw tightened little by little.

The officer continued, “In addition, the so-called body of Sarah in the coffin has been

preliminarily confirmed to have come from the Hall-affiliated Medical Center.”

“It was an unclaimed body that should have been registered and stored under the normal

rules.”

“It was illegally removed tonight.”

“The body in the coffin is not Sarah Winter.”

Lydia’s body swayed.

The last bit of color drained from Ryan’s face.

Ryan looked at me. His voice was low and hoarse.

“Erin.”

“I didn’t know Mara would take it this far.”

“I only promised Sarah I would help her leave.”

I looked at him.

“You knew she planned to fake her death.”

“That is enough.”

Ryan froze in place.

Lydia could no longer stand.

She stopped looking at the coffin and stared at the phone in my hand instead.

“Erin, Grayson Medical Group can’t pull its investment.”

“And you can’t hand over the Vancouver project.”

“The Hall family can’t survive a scandal like this.”

I looked at her.

“Mrs. Hall.”

“Sarah may or may not be dead, and you aren’t anxious.”

“I may have been framed, and you aren’t anxious either.”

“Now that the Hall family is in trouble, you finally can’t sit still.”

I took out my phone and called Grayson Legal.

When my finger touched the screen, there were still red marks on my wrist from Ryan’s grip.

“Notify the board.”

“End all cooperation between Grayson Medical Group and the Hall Charity Foundation.”

“Hand over all Vancouver project materials to the police and regulators.”

“And release the statement ending my engagement with Ryan.”

Ryan suddenly looked up.

“Erin.”

I hung up.

“Did you hear that?”

“The engagement will end through the proper process too. We’re done.”

His eyes finally turned red.

“Do you really have to go this far?”

I looked at him.

“At every step tonight, none of you thought you had gone too far.”

“Now that I’m breaking off the engagement, you think I have gone too far?”

Ryan’s throat moved.

“I never planned to send you to jail.”

“I only wanted this to pass.”

“I know.”

I said.

“You only wanted me to take one step back.”

“Back to kneeling in front of the cemetery and confessing.”

“Back to a point where the Grayson family wouldn’t dare audit the accounts.”

“Back to a place where all of you could keep your dignity.”

I looked at him and asked word by word, “But why should I step back? How much money is

behind this? You all just wanted me to take the fall, didn’t you?”

Ryan said nothing more.

When Mara was taken away by the officers, she did not even dare look at Ryan.

Daniel was also taken in to cooperate with the investigation.

On Ethan and Natalie’s side, airport police handed them over for further investigation.

The Hall-affiliated Medical Center and the Vancouver recovery program were fully sealed for review.

Outside the estate gates, Sarah’s fans were still shouting for me to answer with my life.

Ten minutes later, the Grayson Group released a statement.

Statement from Grayson Group: Ms. Erin Grayson lawfully called the police and asked for a medical examiner’s identity check. At this time, the claims against her have not been proven.

At the same time, the police released a brief preliminary notice.

Sarah Winter was suspected of faking her death.

The suicide note was suspected to be forged.

The Hall-affiliated Medical Center was suspected of illegally moving an unclaimed body.

Clues related to the Hall Charity Foundation’s Vancouver project had been handed over for

review.

The shouting outside stopped.

The people who had demanded my life finally saw the notice.

Ryan stood in the cemetery and watched as the statement was shared by countless media

outlets.

I signed the electronic document ending the engagement.

On the phone, Grayson Legal said quietly, “The statement has been released.”

“The board has also been notified.”

I answered, put away my phone, and walked out of the cemetery.

Outside the estate gates, the police line was still up.

The people who had blocked the entrance earlier were now standing behind it.

No one shouted anymore.

No one told me to kneel.

When I walked down the steps, the night wind blew in from the streets of Los Angeles.

It was cold.

Cold enough to clear my head.

Ryan called my name behind me.

“Erin.”

I didn’t turn back.

His voice was hoarse.

“Are you really not giving me one more chance?”

I stopped walking.

But I didn’t turn around.

“Ryan.”

“It’s not that you never had a chance.”

“You put that chance inside the coffin and tried to burn it with everything else.”

Then I kept walking.

The police lights painted the ground in red and blue.

And I finally walked out alive from the death they had planned for me.

The End