The screen was still lit.
A bloody photo caught his eye.
Upon seeing the face of the woman lying on the ground, Trenton Smith's dark pupils violently constricted for a moment, and his entire body jolted as if electrocuted, his face instantly paled.
He reached out to pick up the phone from the desk, his gaze fixed on the bloodstained face of Norris Moore.
She lay in front of a car tire, blood flowing from her dense hair, spreading across her unconscious face.
A blood-stained brick lay beside her, the assailant made no effort to disguise what had been used to strike her down.
She actually had a brick smashed on her head, on the head of the woman he couldn't bear to see hurt!
Indescribable rage, coupled with piercing pain, surged from his heart, and Trenton's hand abruptly showed blue veins.
*
Maple Swallow returned home from work to see his dainty wife, carrying their little daughter downstairs with great care.
In the living room were the helpless-looking servants.
