Stellan Sutton is tall, and his body is heavy. Fortunately, he still retained a shred of sanity, so Eve Sherman didn't have to drag him home.
He leaned half against Eve's slender arm, using one hand to support himself on the wall to avoid falling.
Eve was looking everywhere for the key, while Stellan took out his phone to call the butler.
"Clark, why is there no one at home?"
"Mr. Sutton, the old master asked us to go to the old house to prepare for a ritual... Why don't you come to the old house and stay overnight?"
"No need."
Stellan put away his phone, rubbing his brow painfully.
Who knows what the old man is doing. Is there even a ritual recently? Isn't the ritual in October?
"How's it going?"
Eve found the spare key, opened the door to the villa, and pulled Stellan's arm. It felt like a heavy stone was weighing down on her, with each step a struggle.
