Brendan was abruptly interrupted by a voice, causing him to turn around and find Sam standing there, his eyes bloodshot and his face filled with intense emotions.

"I'll take care of Ms. McKinnon's body," Sam said firmly.

The assistant frowned upon seeing Sam. "Sam, weren't you in the neighboring city? Mr. Brighthall said you couldn't come without his orders. How did you—"

"I'm here to send off Ms. McKinnon. Can't I do that?" Sam interrupted her.

The assistant glanced at Brendan, who showed no reaction. Reluctantly, she nodded. "Yes..."

Sam locked eyes with Brendan. "I will handle Ms. McKinnon's body. I'll personally place her on the cart and take her to the crematorium. You don't have to worry. I don't want you to feel guilty for touching Ms. McKinnon's body and blaming her for it."

The assistant couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Sam, have you lost your mind? How can you speak to Mr. Brighthall like this?"

Brendan gestured to stop the assistant, but he maintained a calm ga