Maxwell staggered as if electrocuted, his phone hitting the floor with a sharp c***k.
"Her remains?" His voice shook with barely contained rage. "What remains? Stop talking nonsense. How dare you joke about life and death like this? What kind of sick game are you playing?"
He stood frozen in place, refusing to believe the words. He had just seen Scarlett at his wedding that evening—vibrant, alive. How could someone so full of life simply disappear?
His chest constricted violently, his eyes turning bloodshot as panic twisted his features.
The voice from the fallen phone continued relentlessly, muffled but unmistakable. "Sir? Since Ms. Anderson signed an organ donor agreement, we need to proceed with the necessary formalities. Please come to our office as soon as possible."
The words hi
