If Murphy wanted her to move downstairs, she would. After all, she only had a few days left to live. ... Later that evening, Gemma drove to the cryogenic experiment lab. She needed to discuss where her cryo-casket would be stored after the procedure. "I read in the materials that you have cryo-casket storage facilities under the sea. Is that true?" Gemma asked. "Of course," Andrea replied. "In fact, most of our cryo-casket storage facilities are underwater. Maintaining the sub-zero temperatures necessary for long-term storage requires enormous energy on land. But under the sea, the naturally low temperatures significantly reduce energy consumption." "That's perfect," Gemma said with a smile. "I want my cryo-casket stored at the bottom of the sea." "May I ask why?" Still smiling, Gemma replied, "Because the stars can't find me there." Murphy had gifted her a star. He once told her that no matter where she went, the star would follow her, always watching over her in his place. Yet now, Murphy did not care for her anymore. Plus, she was about to die. It was too sad to let the star guard an unloved corpse. So, she decided to give the star its freedom-by sinking to a place where it could not see her. She would quietly disappear without burdening anyone or anything. To avoid seeing Evangeline, Gemma deliberately stayed out late, only returning home when she thought everyone would be asleep. However, when she arrived, the villa was brightly lit. Murphy sat in the living room, his face full of anger as he waited for her. "Uncle Murphy, what's wrong?" Gemma asked, feigning confusion. She had no idea what she had done this time. She had spent the entire day away from the house. Murphy threw a stack of documents onto the floor in front of her, barely containing his fury as he demanded, "Gemma, explain to me what this is!" Gemma looked down, and among the scattered papers, she saw her cancer diagnosis.