Chapter 126

That night, I didn't want Savannah to overwork herself, so we decided to order takeout instead of cooking.

After dinner, we fell asleep and didn't wake up until the next morning when I got a phone call.

It was the male officer from the police department who had been in touch with me before.

In a somber tone, he said, "We've found Jason. Do you want to come see him?"

My heart sank. I knew what he meant-Jason's body had been found.

I gripped my phone tightly, feeling a lump in my throat. "I'll be there."

After I told Savannah about it, she looked equally somber.

As long as the body wasn't found, there was still a glimmer of hope that he might be alive. But now that he was found, it meant everything was over. That vibrant little life was truly gone.

Just then, Brandon woke up. Seeing us standing together in silence, he asked, "What's going on? Savannah, make me some breakfast."

He was used to ordering Savannah around.

I looked at him. "How can you think about breakfast right now?"

Brandon seemed confused. "What's wrong, honey?"

I said in a low voice, "Jason's body has been found. He's your child too. You should come with me to the police station."

I expected to see at least a hint of pain in Brandon's eyes, but there was nothing-just avoidance.

"I think I'll pass. You know how busy I am with work."

He was pushing my limits again. I couldn't help but sneer. "You're going, whether you like it or not. That's your child! How can you be so heartless?"

Brandon wanted to argue but couldn't find the words. He knew I was right. He just nodded. "Fine, let's go quickly and get it over with."

I rolled my eyes.

How could someone be so despicable? What kind of upbringing did the Jordan family give him?

Savannah drove us to the police station. The male officer who had been helping us was waiting at the entrance.

Brandon hesitated, looking reluctant.

The officer noticed his behavior. He knew about the recent media coverage and what I had told him, so he knew Brandon was Jason's biological father.

Seeing Brandon's reaction, the officer frowned. "Are you Brandon?"

Brandon nodded, impatiently urging, "Let's get this over with."

His tone was devoid of any sadness, just irritation.

The officer frowned. "We have procedures to follow. Rushing won't help. Aren't you the child's father? Don't you want to see him one last time?"

Brandon had no response and just kept quiet.

I ignored him and turned to the officer. "Let's go. I want to see him as soon as possible."

The officer's expression softened. "Follow me."

We signed several documents before we were allowed into the morgue to see Jason.

At the morgue's entrance, Brandon hesitated again. "Honey, maybe I shouldn't go in..."

I finally lost my patience. "Brandon, that's your son in there, not mine. As his father, don't you think you should see him one last time?"

"I could tell he liked you a lot. If his spirit knows you came all the way here but didn't dare to see him, how do you think he'd feel?"

Brandon had no choice but to follow me inside.

As soon as we entered the morgue, a cold, eerie air hit us. Brandon shivered and instinctively hid behind Savannah.

We all looked at him like he was a clown but said nothing.

The officer pulled out a metal drawer from a cold storage unit, revealing a small figure covered with a white sheet.

The officer said, "The child was in the water for a long time. When we retrieved him, his body was already in bad shape. This is after our forensic team worked on him. Don't be scared."

I nodded, feeling a pang of sorrow as I thought of Jason's sweet face.

What had he gone through? Such a small child, alone in the water for so long.

He must have been so cold.

I said, "Sir, please open it. I'm prepared."

The officer slowly pulled back the sheet from the feet up.

Jason's small feet were now blue and purple, the skin peeling away to reveal the flesh beneath.

Brandon screamed, drawing everyone's attention.

I frowned and focused back on Jason.

He wasn't wearing any clothes, so I could see all the injuries on his body, the skin covered in sores.

Finally, the sheet was pulled up to his neck.

The officer was giving me time to prepare, so I said, "I'm ready."

The officer nodded and pulled the sheet back completely, revealing Jason's face.

His once lively, cheerful face was now covered in scars.

Brandon screamed again and ran out of the morgue.

Savannah cursed under her breath, "What a coward."

I didn't respond, just looked sadly at Jason's face.

He used to be so adorable, with big, round eyes. Now, they were closed, his face showing a frightened expression, his brows furrowed.

He must have been scared for a long time before he died.

I gently smoothed Jason's brow. "Jason, promise me you'll be happy in your next life. Don't come back to a family like this."

I asked the officer, "Can I dress him? I don't want Jason to leave like this."

The officer nodded. "Go ahead."

I reached out to Savannah, who handed me a set of clothes we had prepared. We dressed Jason from head to toe.

His small limbs were stiff, but it was easy to dress him, just like when he was alive-a well-behaved child.

I put on his socks and shoes, squeezing his hand. "Sweet boy, now you won't be cold."