Chapter 3

After returning to Skyline Villa, Timothy tossed his blood-stained shirt into the trash.

Shelly yelled in surprise, "Tim, did Quinn have someone beat you up? How could she do this to you?"

Her eyes were red as she gently cleaned his wound.

Then, the doorbell rang. The butler brought in a thick, waterproof document envelope. "Sir, this is a confidential document sent via an urgent local courier service. The sender's name isn't listed, but it says that only you can sign it in person."

Timothy opened his eyes and gestured for Shelly to open it.

"Ah!" Shelly's face turned pale when she pulled out the stack of papers. She asked in shock, "Tim, w-what is this? This is scary!"

Timothy frowned. At the very top of the papers was an official document from the Forensic Examination Center.

It was an autopsy report, and I was listed as the deceased.

Timothy's eyes widened in shock, and he clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

A mocking glint flashed in his eyes, and he smirked. "Forging an official document? Quinn, you just keep growing bolder."

Timothy casually tossed the report aside. "She had even replicated the Forensic Center's security watermark so convincingly. It seemed she had spared no effort."

"Quinn has gone too far. She isn't showing Ludd Group any respect." Shelly asked tentatively, "Why don't you divorce her—"

"What the hell are you saying?" Timothy barked. "Never say that again. She's sacrificed so much for me over the years. She's even pregnant with my child. Once this is over, I'll make it up to her."

He massaged the bridge of his nose and continued, "Shelly, you'll transfer to the law firm in Lindville. I've already made the arrangements."

Shelly bit her lip, her eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

He was transferring her to Lindville? I chuckled to myself, never expecting to witness such a thing after my death.

Before I died, he had given it his all to protect Shelly and had caused me so much grief. Countless arguments wore away ten years of our marriage until no love remained.

Timothy declared, "But since she wants to mess around with evidence, I'll go to the station myself and expose her in person!"

Half an hour later, Timothy sat across from Don Wilcox, senior captain of the Criminal Investigation Unit at the Chilton Police Precinct.

"Captain Wilcox, I'm filing a report against my wife, Quinn Sutton, and a legal aid attorney named Jack Sable, for allegedly forging official documents from a state agency and attempting to obstruct an investigation into a major economic crime."

Don, who was reviewing the case file, looked up at him in shock. "Mr. Ludd, you think this report is forged?"

He suddenly stood, walked over to the filing cabinet, and pulled out a black case file box. He then slammed it down in front of Timothy. "You're accusing her of forging documents? Do you think you can play legal games here as you do at your law firm?"

Don said sternly, "Half a year ago, there was a gang fight at an abandoned shipyard in Southan. The victim, Quinn Sutton, was caught in the crossfire and died at the scene. You were listed as her family, so we contacted you immediately.

"I called you myself, but a woman answered the phone. She told us not to bother you with a scam call. She said you didn't know Quinn Sutton, and then blocked our number!

"Since no one came forward to claim her remains, we cremated her as an unclaimed body after the required public notice period expired."

Timothy retorted, "Captain Wilcox, I may handle non-litigation work, but I understand the rules of the criminal court. How much did Quinn pay you to help her stage this farce?"

He then got to his feet and slammed both hands onto the desk. "Just tell me where she is, and I'll pay you twice as much. No, ten times as much."

Don glared at him. "Timothy, don't think you're untouchable. How dare you openly bribe a government official! You're in a police precinct, not a place where you get to call all the shots!"