“Seriously? A corpse whisperer? That sounds ridiculous.”

“Who knows. Maybe she just made it up.”

My colleagues eyed Yvette suspiciously, whispering among themselves.

Just then, my boyfriend, Gene Lyons, took the autopsy report from my hands. After flipping through it, he nodded approvingly at her.

“Yvette’s right. What she said matches everything Wynn wrote!”

Immediately, the surrounding crowd buzzed with reactions. Some gasped while others murmured in admiration.

The same people who doubted Yvette moments ago all turned strange looks toward me.

Someone muttered under their breath,

“Dr. Jaffe, you are always so slow. Honestly, it looks like Yvette’s better than you.”

“Exactly. She sums it up in a few sentences, while you craft entire essays. It gives me a headache just reading them!”

Their mocking words sent a cold shiver through me.

I forced myself to stay calm. This new life had only just begun. I still had a chance to change things.

I was certain of one thing. There was no way Yvette knew the autopsy conclusions in advance because of some corpse whisperer ability.

She had to be getting that information some other way. Someone must have leaked the results to her.

The next day, I insisted on examining the body alone and barred anyone from entering before the autopsy.

Yvette stood at the doorway, looking wronged.

“Wynn, I don’t understand. What did I do to make you treat me this way?”

My colleagues gave me disapproving looks when they saw this.

I ignored them. After thinking it through last night, I suspected someone had been sneaking a look at my autopsy reports and feeding the information to Yvette. That was how she was able to get ahead and say the same things.

Therefore, I would conduct the autopsy alone today. I wanted to see what tricks she would try this time!

Once the autopsy room door shut, I finally felt able to work in peace.

An hour later, I walked out with the freshly written report and presented it.

However, as soon as everyone saw it, their expressions twisted strangely.

A wave of unease rose in my chest.

Right then, Yvette spoke,

“Dr. Jaffe, I already went over all of this earlier. Coming over now seems unnecessary, don’t you think?”

I stared at the group in shock. Even a few colleagues I was close to nodded in agreement.

I froze on the spot, completely dumbstruck.

I had done the entire autopsy alone. No one else touched the report.

So how on earth did she still know everything beforehand?

I replayed every detail of every autopsy, searching for the slightest clue.

Then suddenly, there was a flash of insight. I remembered something I had completely overlooked.

Before every autopsy, Yvette always went to the morgue early and stayed for a long time.

My heart skipped. Perhaps that was where I could start.

That night, I swapped the body scheduled for the next day’s autopsy with a different one and hid a small camera in the morgue.

Sure enough, not long after work hours, Yvette appeared on the footage.

She carefully examined the body, then restored everything to its original state before leaving.

A thrill ran through me as I realized my plan had succeeded.

The next morning, I set up for the autopsy. After what happened yesterday, I decided to perform it in front of everyone.

That way, I could deliver the conclusions immediately.

Yvette noticed and smiled.

“No solo autopsy today, Dr. Jaffe?

“I get it. You are afraid I will steal your thunder again, but the corpse‑whisperer ability is something with which I was born. Being jealous will not change that.”

I ignored her. All I wanted was to expose her lies.

Once the team gathered, I began the autopsy and announced my findings.

However, no matter what I said, she always managed to say it first every single time.

A chill shot down my spine. She examined a different body yesterday. There was no way she should know any of this.

So how was she still getting everything right?!

I stared at her, searching her confident expression for even the slightest crack. She only gave me a smile.

My mind spiraled into chaos. The more I tried to make sense of it, the more anxious I became. Finally, I had no choice but to stop.

Gene frowned at me.

“Wynn, what is wrong with you? Your efficiency is terrible. You can’t even keep up with Yvette!”

My heart sank. I tried to explain,

“I…”

Still, he cut me off immediately. “Enough. With your condition right now, you should take a break. Yvette’s abilities speak for themselves. She’ll take over the rest!”

My colleagues dispersed one by one, leaving me standing alone.

No matter how hard I tried to think it through, I still could not understand how Yvette did it.

No matter how many times I went over it, I came up empty.

After that day, I was completely overshadowed by Yvette.

The police bureau's attention to her grew by the day, while their attitude toward me became increasingly cold.

My colleagues looked at me with nothing but disdain. It was as though I was completely unnecessary.

“I heard Yvette the corpse whisperer’s reputation has spread to other units. That really makes the police chief look good!”

“Exactly. And then there is that so-called ‘Chief Forensic Pathologist’? Don’t embarrass yourself here!”

I worked tirelessly every day to prove myself, yet every time Yvette easily outshone me. All my efforts felt utterly wasted.

Her reputation had also reached the families of the victims.

Families who had previously agreed to autopsies now came to the police bureau, protested, and accused me of desecrating the bodies.

“If there is a corpse whisperer at the police bureau, why are you cutting into my son’s body? He did not even get a whole body!”

“What so-called expert? I say she’s just a cruel, heartless villain!”

It was not until the chief intervened that the situation finally calmed down.

Meanwhile, Yvette’s fame skyrocketed. Major universities in the city invited her to give lectures.

She had barely left when another horrific case occurred.

This time, the victim was a female student. Her face was slashed, her head severed and impaled on a steel rod.

Due to the brutal nature of the crime, the provincial authorities ordered the case to be solved as quickly as possible.

During the autopsy stage, the victim’s family adamantly refused to allow the examination. They protested loudly, “Isn’t there a corpse whisperer? Let her talk to the victim!”

However, Yvette was not available, so the police bureau had no choice but to painstakingly convince the family to allow the autopsy.

After several hours of careful persuasion, the chief finally won them over. He reminded me,

“Wynn, you need to make the most of this opportunity. People outside have started judging you, but if you can crack this case, it’ll be a major accomplishment, and no one will dare criticize you after that.”

I threw myself into the work, staying awake all night to complete the autopsy report, desperate to reclaim even a sliver of dignity.

However, just as I was about to present the report to the family and my superiors, Yvette suddenly appeared.

She stood in front of the crowd and said,

“The estimated time of death is approximately 3 a.m. The neck shows irregular incised wounds, one edge blunt, the other sharp, with tissue bridging, consistent with a heavy, sharp-edged weapon.

“Multiple sharp-force injuries to the face, varying in depth, indicate intense anger toward the victim. Evidence suggests the perpetrator was likely someone familiar to her.

“I’m sorry I’m late. If I had arrived sooner, the body could have been preserved intact.”

Her words hit me like a bolt from the blue, freezing me in place.

A chill ran straight up my spine.

Every single thing she just said was exactly what I had planned to say, word for word!

The victim’s parents snatched the autopsy report right out of my hand and started comparing it line by line.

A moment later, their faces twisted with rage. They exploded at me,

“Are you kidding me?! What is the point of you hacking up bodies every day? Dr. Hans doesn’t even need to look, and she already knows the results!

“The conclusions are the same, but you turned my daughter into pieces! She couldn’t even keep her body intact. Aren’t you afraid of karma?!

“Get the hell out of here! Don’t make us have to look at you!”

Before I could react, they lunged at me like wild animals, yanking my hair and slamming my head against the wall.

If a colleague had not rushed in and stopped them, I might have been seriously hurt.

Someone in the crowd, who could not stand to watch anymore, tried to calm them down,

“Everyone, please, take it easy. Dr. Jaffe is just trying to find the truth…”

Yet a furious parent cut him off instantly,

“Easy? Our daughter is dead and can’t even rest in peace, and you want us to calm down?!”

Just then, Yvette stepped forward, putting on her usual fake show of compassion.

“Please, everyone, don’t be upset. Dr. Jaffe has always been our city’s Chief Forensic Pathologist. Her professional skills are unquestionable...”

She dragged out the words on purpose, shooting me a sidelong glance full of mockery.

“It’s just that our methods differ. I listen to the victims themselves. Hearing their voices is the greatest respect we can give them. And I, Yvette, swear to speak for every soul who can no longer speak.”

Her pretentious, self-righteous look made my stomach churn.

I could not hold it in anymore and yelled at her,

“Yvette, stop pretending you’re some mystical medium! What dirty tricks did you use? How did you steal my findings?!”

I fixed my gaze on her, moving closer with every step.

“If you really know everything, then tell us, what was in the victim’s stomach?”

Before I came here, I had intentionally left one detail out of the autopsy report.

I wanted to see how she would react.

Right then, my boyfriend, Gene, shoved his way between us. His face was burning red with embarrassment. Then he slapped me across the face in front of everyone.

“If you don’t have the skills, then stop humiliating yourself! Get down!”

I held my cheek, staring at him in disbelief. He felt like a stranger.

In that moment, I finally understood, he definitely knew the truth. He knew what Yvette was doing, yet he chose to stand with her against me.

Yvette curled her lips into a victorious smile and spoke slowly,

“The victim’s stomach contained cyanide. The dose was strong enough to kill her within minutes. That, in fact, was her true cause of death.”

I froze for a moment. My eyes widened. I could not believe what I heard.

How? How could she possibly know that?

The chief’s face darkened instantly.

“Wynn, look at yourself! You’re bringing shame on this entire department!”

As all of them turned on me, their accusations crashed down like a tidal wave. I felt myself sinking into a freezing void.

It was as though a thick fog was hanging over me, keeping me from seeing the key truth behind it all.

Just then, a flash of clarity struck me like lightning.

I finally understood. So, this is the truth!

I took a deep breath and looked straight at the chief.

“Chief, I’m requesting a transfer to a clerical position. Effective immediately. I am done working as a Forensic Pathologist.”

I want to see how Yvette, the so‑called ‘corpse whisperer,’ plans to communicate with the dead if I stop performing autopsies.