The butler knocked on Frida's door. "Ma'am, it's urgent. You need to see this."

Frida followed the butler outside. As she laid eyes on the person in the casket, a storm of anger welled up inside her. "Zach Jardin, you bastard! How could you?"

The casket holding Evelyn went without refrigeration, letting out an unbearable stench within hours. Nearby, Marta, dressed in black, had a pronounced wound on her forehead. It was difficult to discern if she was dead or alive.

Frida spoke with resolve,