“The deceased has just arrived and is currently in the freezer. You can come in with me."

Supported by Maggie, Karina froze at the receptionist's words.

Even though she wanted to see Barlow for the last time, a wave of fear washed over her when the opportunity presented itself.

She was afraid of seeing his face.

She was afraid of the harsh reality.

Had he really left them like this?

It felt as though her heart had been torn from her chest.

“Karina, are you alright?" Maggie asked with concern.

Wiping off her tears, Karina took a deep breath and steadied herself before nodding and following the receptionist.

In the dimly lit room, a man lay motionless, covered by a piece of white cloth.

Karina walked to the bed slowly, her hands trembling as she gingerly lifted the white cloth.

Her gaze fell upon his scarred face.

Karina looked at Barlow's scarred face, and her eyes welled up with tears.

After a long, heart-wrenching moment, she couldn't hold back any longer.

“Barlow, you bastard! How could you leave me like this? You promised to protect me. Is this your idea of protection? Wake up, damn it! Please wake up!"

Her voice quivered as she gently shook the lifeless form, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The room was filled with the weight of her sorrow, and the surrounding onlookers couldn't help but share in her pain.

Tears brimmed in Maggie's eyes too. Seeing Karina's heart-wrenching sobs, she gently supported her.

“Karina, please, don't cry. He is gone now. He won't be at peace if he sees you like this."

Though unaware of the intricacies of their relationship, it was clear to Maggie that Karina's love for Barlow ran deep.