The elevator door opened when it reached the third-floor basement, taking the chilling breeze in.

Ethan removed his coat to drape it over Olivia's shoulders. The temperature was colder than it was up there.

It was her first visit to such a place, which seemed different from the movies.

The corridor was brightly lit, but the excessive illuminance over the wall made the place appear rather desolate.

An older man was standing by the door to the mortuary. He was waiting for Olivia under his superior's orders.

"Mr. Miller, Mrs. Miller, the body is cosmetically prepared, but it is a dead body, after all. So, it's not a pleasing sight.

"Please be mentally prepared for it."

"Open the door." Her voice was hoarse.

As soon as the door was open, she saw a white sheet covering a body.

Ethan explained, "I took some measures, so the case hasn't gone public yet. Her family doesn't know about it for now."

Olivia strode toward the body. She had lost her consciousness for three days straight.

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