Jarrod couldn't believe it. Nicole had passed away. How could that be?

Just yesterday, she had attempted to strangle him in the car. How could she be gone overnight?

Jarrod's bloodshot eyes lost focus. His voice trembled as he asked, "Where is she?"

After hesitating for a while, Alec replied, “Mr. Schultz, it's not advisable to see her in person. Miss Lawrence didn't fall into the sea. She fell off the cliff and hit the rocks. Her body was badly disfigured."

Nicole's body had been taken to the funeral home, but it was too damaged to be fixed. Her body was severely damaged, and one of her legs was missing, likely dragged away by an animal.

Jarrod's heart shattered at the news. He insisted, “I want to see her right away."

On the way, Jarrod maintained a facade of calm. Images of Nicole flashed through his mind, and the reality of her passing remained inconceivable.

Even with Alec confirming the torn clothes and belongings were Nicole's, Jarrod refused to believe she was gone. Jarrod said to himself perhaps Nicole despised him so much that she chose to disappear under this cover.

Whether she was alive or dead, he had to see for himself. Otherwise, he would not believe it.

In the dimly lit morgue, a lifeless form lay shrouded beneath a pristine white cloth.

Once a fearless individual overseas, Jarrod approached with hesitant steps. Despite his past feats of tearing wolves apart with bare hands, an unsettling tremor now coursed through his fingers.

With deliberate hesitancy, Jarrod unveiled the covered figure.

In an instant, a lightning bolt seemed to strike his brain.

An eerie silence suddenly enveloped the room.

Jarrod seemed to suddenly go deaf, unable to hear anything. He didn't dare to acknowledge it, nor did he want to face it.

Even amidst the gruesome injuries, the facial outline hauntingly resembled Nicole.

"No, this can't be! I'll expose your deceit, Nicole!" Jarrod's eyes turned scarlet red. He lost it and started trying to take the clothes off of the remnants.

Witnessing the turmoil, Alec intervened urgently, "Mr. Schultz!"

When Jarrod lifted the clothes, a small red mole on the slender waist caught Jarrod's eye. Its stark contrast to the mangled remains fueled his desperation.

Jarrod couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood. A splatter of red stained the white fabric.