Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

In fact, when Jacqueline said this, she didn't really feel so sure.

The previous composure of Joyce had made her somewhat worried. It seemed that she would have to do everything she could to make Joyce a murderer! There was no way back.

"Come on, let's get out of here. It wasn't a wasted trip today, at least we got the divorce papers. I'll call Luther when I get home and tell him to come back tomorrow. I'll have him sign it as soon as he gets back." Jacqueline pulled Shelly up and the two of them hurriedly left the detention center.

On the other hand, the second precint of the police station.

Karl looked playfully at the verification report in his hands.

His handsome face was slightly tired, after all, he had not slept all night.

Last night, after sending Joyce to the detention center, he personally sent the withheld will, as well as other handwriting information collected by the physical evidence section on Stephanie, to the Capital's most authoritative graphanalysis center overnight.

Arriving at the Capital in the wee hours of the morning, he pulled Dustin Rodgers, who had worked for his father Chester Gregory at the Capital's identification center, out from under the covers. Staying up all night, he asked Dustin to help him identify Stephanie's writing marks and handwriting.

Dustin was old and had unstable blood pressure. It took several antihypertensive pills for him to stay up late to help Karl make a good identification.

Karl then headed straight back to Khebury at dawn, finally returning to his office around eight.

He opened the report file.

Inside, the red seal and steel stamp of the Capital Graphanalysis Center was clearly visible. The country's most authoritative graphanalysis agency, along with the signature of Dustin Rodgers, the industry's most qualified graphanalyst.

No one would have any rebuttal against the results of the graphanalysis.

"The handwriting and writing marks were repeatedly analyzed and confirmed that the will modification was made by Stephanie herself."

Karl's sharp gaze swept over the line and a smile appeared on his lips. Joyce was indeed not lying, and it was not her tampering with the will, but Stephanie's true intention.

Those who were foolish enough to do so would never have thought that he had gotten the graphanalysis report of the will.

Oh, the more they wanted to stop him from interfering, the more they stirred up his desire to win and made him want to compete.

That's funny.

He waved his hand, called over a police officer, and ordered, "I have made three copies of the report, one of which you can send to the prosecutor's office now, and at the same time apply to the prosecutor's office to withdraw the arrest warrant and send it back for retrial. One copy will be sent to the police headquarters later, and I will give a detailed explanation to the police headquarters. The other copy will be kept by me personally. You go now."

The officers took orders and immediately set off with the documents.

Karl arranged everything.

He pulled out the folder of Joyce's belongings.

Inside lay the phone with a cracked screen, he pressed the power button of her phone, and as the phone turned on, the screen showed countless missed calls.

And they were all from Luther.

Luther, Joyce's husband.

At this point, he found himself squarely aware that Joyce was already married.

Karl frowned gently as he pressed the call button and called back ...