At this moment, a pair of charred arms appeared in front of him. John was shocked and was unable to move.
"No, it's impossible..."
John's body was trembling. He quickly rushed over and pushed the piece of wood on the arm.
When he saw the charred woman, whose face was beyond recognition, John's face suddenly turned ashen.
The body in front of him had been burned to such a degree that it was impossible to clearly its face. However, it had a platinum necklace around its neck. The watch on its wrist had already been burned to a pitch-black, but it was still ticking.
John could not take it, and he fell onto his knees. His hands trembled as he tried to touch the necklace. This was a gift that he had personally bought for her.
'No, it couldn't be. It wasn't Kathleen!'
His palms were drenched in sweat, and a fear that he had never felt before overwhelmed him.
