Connor's heart sank. That urn? Could it be? Connor did not dare to think further. He could only turn his head and nervously look at Jackson.

Jackson froze, his eyes red and his penetrating gaze staring motionlessly at the urn in Walter's hand.

"Serenity. Where is she?" After a long silence, Jackson finally managed to say something.

"She's right here," Walter answered, but Jackson acted like he never heard the answer.

Jackson asked again, his voice sharp this time, "Where is she?!"

Walter chuckled. "Mr. Valor, did you think there was any chance of her surviving after falling into the sea? She was pregnant. She was lucky enough to save a child." His perfectly normal answer was enough to trigger Jackson.

Jackson almost lunged at Walter, but Walter held the urn higher and stopped him. "If you don't mind spilling her ashes on the ground, you can swing your fist down."

Jackson's fists stopped. Trembling, he snatched the urn from Walter and hugged it tight.

Ashes? Why ashes?! When Ja