In the end, Sam carried Deirdre's lifeless body inside the crematorium.

The assistant entered and then halfway out, her face filled with grief. "Mr. Brighthall, Ms. McKinnon has entered."

Brendan seemed to have just realized it and followed inside, his dark eyes reflecting the blaze of the fire. Suddenly, he turned and walked away.

"Mr. Brighthall!"

"Bring back her ashes!"

Soon, the assistant departed with the ashes.

-

Meanwhile, in another corner of the crematorium.

Deirdre coughed and regained consciousness. Her body still felt numb and freezing. She looked up and said, "Sterling, Sam."

Sam's eyes were red-rimmed.

"It's all over now. No one in this world will hurt you anymore. You are free," Sterling comforted her.

"Thank you."

Deirdre lowered her gaze.

Her surgery had been successful, and after a day and a night of arduous efforts, her life had been saved. However, the toxins in her body hadn't been completely eliminated.

Deirdre had come up with a permanent solution