"You didn't hide, impossible!"
Father Barton was raging with anger, panting heavily.
Just now, he went to deliver breakfast to his daughter, only to find the place already empty.
Rushing out of the yard, he realized that fabric rope was hanging down from the third floor.
Last night, only the old couple were accompanying their daughter at the villa. They didn't leave the front door this morning, and only now did they realize their daughter was missing. The first person they thought of was Mark Reed.
Although Mark said she's not with him, Father Barton didn't believe it. His daughter left home to find him; it's impossible they still haven't met.
He must be lying.
"Uncle, I really haven't seen Madison. She left the house?"
Mark Reed's brows were knitted into a knot.
Why did she run out from home without contacting him?
Could something have happened?
