As Violet Zimmerman came out of Joseph Lancaster's residence, her palms were icy cold.
Looking ahead nervously because of what had just happened, she accidentally stumbled and fell forward.
The asphalt road in the Lancaster Family's large courtyard caused Violet a hard fall. Her knee directly contacted the asphalt surface, and the skin on her left palm was grazed.
However, she didn't feel the pain at all. She quickly climbed up and started jogging back to her own place, as if escaping from something.
Inside the room, Daxton Lancaster stood at the window, facing the direction of his brother Joseph Lancaster's residence.
The brothers lived not far apart, within a hundred-meter distance. Rows of weeping willows lined the road, swaying with the autumn breeze under the night sky.
Daxton took a drag of his cigarette, his slightly narrowed eyes appearing dreamy. Half an hour had passed, and his wife Violet Zimmerman still hadn't returned. He thought she must have already...
