The Captain I Married by Chance novel Chapter 470

"That guy is a piece of work. He's serving literal human remains, and the only thing he cares about is his profit margins."

Listening to her colleague's remark, her eyes remained detached and entirely professional. "I'll leave this to you guys. I'm going to check the kitchen."

"Got it."

The sheer volume of food was staggering, and two other medical examiners were already turning the kitchen upside down.

Seeing her head out, he followed right behind.

Noticing him, she didn't stop walking, only slowing her pace slightly.

He picked up his speed to walk shoulder-to-shoulder with her, and they made their way to the kitchen together.

"Are there a lot of remains out there?" he asked.

"A lot," she replied. "But the bones are small and completely shattered, deliberately mixed in with the animal bones. Based on a preliminary look, I'd say they all belong to a single victim."

"Three victims, absolute maximum."

"Unless we find a massive stash back here. Then all bets are off."

He trusted her judgment completely.

"If we can identify the victim, we can crack this case."

"Yes."

Something clicked in her mind, and her brows slowly pulled together.

"What is it?"

"Just thinking about something unpleasant," she muttered.

He knew that in her line of work, she had likely heard and seen atrocities most people couldn't even fathom. He gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze and didn't press for details. "Don't psych yourself out."

She knew he was right, and her expression smoothed out.

The moment she stepped into the kitchen, she shifted into pure focus, diving straight into the grueling sorting process with the rest of the team.

...

She didn't waste time talking. She ripped open the wrapper and practically inhaled the pastry.

He popped the lid off the milk for her. She took a long gulp, the warmth settling her violently churning stomach.

She finally felt like a living person again.

"Have you eaten?"

He mentioned he had grabbed a quick bite near the station.

"I'll have my family send some real food over later. You can have some hot soup before you get back to work."

With a case this horrific, overtime was mandatory. Neither of them was going home tonight.

"Please don't," she pleaded.

"I have stared at way too much soup broth today. I don't think I can ever look at soup again."

His lips twitched into a smirk, using a joke to mask how much he hated seeing her so drained. "Even the great Dr. Hayes loses her appetite?"