Chapter 193: Ghost in the Room
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
With a thud, the door finally opened. William ran out crying. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy, save me!” He knocked on George’s bedroom door with all his might, not daring to look back.
It was about three in the morning. George had just finished his work and was lying on the bed. He frowned and endured the intense headache. Suddenly, he heard the door slam. He got up and opened the door. Before he could see what was going on, a figure crashed into his arms like a little bull. The force was so strong that George couldn’t help but take two steps back. Only then did he see that it was William.
William’s face was covered in tears.
George looked puzzled. His two sons had been sensible for a long time. They
had started sleeping on their own when they were four years old. They had not relied on him for the past three years, and this situation would not have happened.
“What’s going on?” George bent down and carried William easily. He patted William’s back with his broad palm.
William couldn’t remember how long it had been since his father had hugged him like this. He only remembered that after his Auntie went missing, the atmosphere in the house was terrifying. His father was busy every day. Later, Grandma couldn’t take it anymore and went to the sanatorium. His uncles couldn’t be seen every day and were running around looking for her. Only Nanny Wu, Uncle Smith, and countless servants were at home. Although Grandpa was at home sometimes, his grandfather’s face was too cold. It was terrifying to look at him. Nanny Wu and Uncle Nie weren’t family. Although his second aunt, Sarah, was at home every day, she only cared about Emma. Sometimes, William envied Emma. Even though Emma cried at the time and was annoying, at least someone supported her and coaxed her when she cried…
“Daddy…” William’s mind was in a mess. The more he thought about it, the more he cried. All his fear and grievances intertwined, and tears and snot fell.
George:
William leaned on George’s shoulder and wiped his snot and tears. After all, he was an independent and prideful person. After crying for a while, he felt embarra.s.sed and forced himself to calm down.
George closed the door and carried William to the sofa. Then, he poured him a gla.s.s of water and brought a clean towel to him.
“Have you calmed down?” George asked.
William nodded. George sat down opposite him and bent down slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “Tell me, what happened?”
William found it difficult to speak. Did he have a nightmare or was there a ghost in the room? No matter which it was, he couldn’t say it. It was too absurd and funny.
Seeing that George was still looking at him, William said, “I… There seems to be a ghost in my room.” Just as he thought that George would say that he was fooling around, George stood up and said, “Let’s go.” William hurriedly asked, “Go? Where are we going?”
George said, “Let’s go to your room.”
William:
After a while, George and Su Siao returned to William’s room. William grabbed the corner of George’s shirt tightly. George turned on the lights in the room and narrowed his eyes to look around. Finally, his gaze landed on the closet door that William had mentioned. The closet door was wide open, revealing the neat clothes inside. There were two summer school uniforms, two autumn school uniforms, and a few simple half-sleeves.
William’s eyes widened as he stammered, “When I left, the closet opened a crack…” He was very sure that he had remembered correctly!
There was a light sound outside the door. It seemed to be footsteps. George quickly walked over and opened the door!
There was a woman standing outside the door. Beside her was Alex. Alex was holding a sharp knife against the woman’s neck. This woman was none other than the landscaper, Kate!
“Don’t move.” Alex’s voice was calm and carried a trace of cold killing intent.
Kate widened her eyes and repeated in panic, “Don’t chop off my head, don’t chop off my head…”
Alex narrowed his eyes. In the afternoon, when the kitchen knife flew over, Kate was also scared out of her wits. She kept mumbling not to chop off her head, but when a normal person saw the knife flying over or pressing against his neck, they should say “don’t kill me” and “help”… This woman was indeed abnormal.
“Who are you?” Alex’s voice was cold..