Chapter 1578

In the photo, a young Nancy stood beside her husband, smiling as she held their young son. Her husband wore a stern expression, his face devoid of emotion. The son's face was almost entirely blurred in the upper right corner, with only his bright, cheerful smile faintly visible. Judging by his height, he appeared to be around seven years old. Elliot zoomed in on the image, examining it closely. "Can we find out when Mrs. Snyder's son died and the cause of his death?" Lance shook his head. "Since they lived in the mountains, her son was never registered. Without any official records, it's impossible to find any information about his death." With no official documentation, there was no way to trace his death records. Elliot's frown deepened. He sensed there was more to this story. "Did we find her son's grave in the mountains?" Lance shook his head again. "In rural mountain areas, graves usually don't have names. We couldn't find anything. We might need to ask Mrs