My Marriage to a Mute Girl novel Chapter 42

The so-called 'Buddha statue' was not a Buddha statue at all, but rather a wood plaque carved with the date of birth, with four corners chained with red lacquer sprayed on it and firmly fastened to its base.

The picture frame to the right of the plaque was covered with a bright yellow piece of talisman paper with messy characters drawn on it.

Lexie's feet felt like they were filled with lead, and her eyes were staring at the talisman paper, as if she wanted to see through the picture frame behind it.

Alan could see that something was wrong with her, "What's wrong with you?"

As if she hadn't heard him, Lexie reached out her hand towards the piece of talisman paper.

"What are you doing?" Alan pulled her back with one hand.

The things here could not be touched, or Peter must know that people came when he came back, if this time he could not get the prescription, the next time it will be more difficult.

Lexie's face was white, and she remained staring at the piece of talisman paper like a demon.

What the hell?

Alan frowned, "Don't you move."

Never believing in superstition, he reached out and uncovered the piece of talisman paper directly, revealing the picture frame behind it.

In the frame was a black and white photograph, taken in a studio, in the style of the last century.

The woman was wearing a cheongsam, her young face with a warm smile inexplicably made Alan feel somewhat familiar, as if he had seen this woman before somewhere.

A sudden choked voice came from behind him.

Alan was stunned, and when he turned around, he saw a tear-streaked face.

Lexie's gripped the bookcase with a deadly grip, her eyes were red, and despite her best efforts to hold back but still unable to suppress her great mourning, she choked out a hoarse voice.

Looking at Lexie's face, Alan suddenly understood something.

The woman in this photo was......

Lexie's eyes were blur, the crimson chains, the clear birth date, and the identical photo she had one of, all telling her what it was.

The sound of phone vibrating came from Alan's pocket, and he glanced at the near-by safe, then at Lexie, annoyed.

He put the talisman back on, dragged Lexie and headed out.

Lexie struggled and refused to go.

"Come on," Alan chided in a low voice, "She can’t come back to life even if you are here."

This woman was such a pain in the ass, if he had known there would be such an accident, he might as well not have had her make this trip.

In the lounge on the second floor.

After sending the bag with the gown into the bedroom, Jack closed the door and came out.

"Mr. Alan, why is Mrs. Howard suddenly like this?"

Alan's brow furrowed slightly in thought, "How did Lexie's birth mother die?"

When he first wanted to marry Peter's daughter, he had Jack do his research.

Jack froze for a moment, "It was a car accident."

"Are you sure?"

"Here's what the police station records show, Mrs. Howard's birth mother had a precarious job, usually went out to work at night and drank a lot, and then died in a car accident."

"What does she do for a living?"

" ......" Jack hesitated.

In fact, this matter had already been reported to Alan at first, and it wasn't difficult to find out.