The undertaker nodded in agreement. "It's good to preserve the body that way. Otherwise, it'll rot soon."

Isaac knew that it wasn't a good idea to leave her here like this, but the second he laid her body inside a coffin, he'd have to face the fact that Camila was dead.

He'd have to announce that she was dead.

She was dead.

She was actually dead.

Isaac refused to accept it.

But he couldn't Lie to himself anymore.

He turned around and said in a very, very low voice, “Alick, do whatever you have to. You can all go now.”

Since her face couldn't be fixed, the undertaker had no reason to stay. After they left, Isaac's impeccable posture suddenly slumped over, as though all the life had been sucked out of him. At this moment, he was no longer the superior man he used to be. Back then, he could calmly deal with any situation, even being abandoned by his family.

But at this moment, he looked so fragile.

It turned out that a coldhearted man Like him could also feel pain.

He could also feel sad.

And his pain was so deep and depressing and... quiet.

Not long after, Alick brought in an ice coffin. The undertaker had tidied up the corpse somewhat, sprinkling a special powder on it to keep the corpse from decaying. At last, they carefully laid the body into the coffin.

Aldrin heard the news and rushed over as quickly as he could.

When he saw the badly mutilated body lying in the ice coffin, his legs buckled from underneath him and he collapsed on the floor.

“No, no. It can't be her..

He grabbed the hem of Alick's shirt and asked in a daze, “That's not my sister, is it? How could such an ugly woman be my sister? My sister is beautiful, not at all like that woman in there..."

Alick squatted down and covered his mouth to silence him, wanting him to be quiet.

“I wasn't there when the bomb exploded, but others were there. They saw Camila die with their own eyes. They jumped into the river and pulled her to the shore at the first opportunity. There's been no mistake. Of course we all hoped that she was still alive, but she's dead. That's all there is to it." Alick looked him in the eye and added in a low voice, “Don't make a fuss here."

Aldrin stared at him, tears rolling down his cheeks uncontrollably. Alick sighed and shook his head. "It's useless to stare at me like that. It won't bring your sister back."

Aldrin shakily got to his feet and asked, “Who did this to my sister?" “Travis," Alick replied grimly.

“Where is he?" Aldrin asked, clenching his fists.

“I can take you to him sometime," Alick replied.

“No. I want to see him now." Aldrin‘s expression darkened and his eyes lit up viciously, as though he wanted to beat Travis to death.