You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

“No, I'll just get off here." Joyce got out of the car quickly and closed the door behind her.

The big iron gate was usually closed. Outside the iron gate there was a device that could identify vehicles, and then they just used face recognition or password to enter. Inside the main house there was also an electronic switch that could be used to open the door from inside. But today the iron door was completely open. Weird.

She didn't know what was going on inside the main house and didn't want to risk it having the cab driver tagging along.

She walked in alone and ran down the boulevard, her heart gradually racing.

Running all the way to the door of the main house.

Only to see the house door closed, she gently pressed the door handle, and the door was opened. It was not locked actually.

The living room was appallingly quiet. Even the sound of a pin dropping to the ground could be clearly heard.

The sun was setting, the curtains were half closed, the house was obscurely lit, and the air was filled with an eerie aura everywhere.

She looked around and there was no one there, and no one was in the tea room, and the door to Stephanie's room was tightly closed. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

one step closer, her heart almost in her throat, and she repeatedly

Get closer, and closer.

the doorknob

open the door of

her surprise. There were no thugs

could only see Stephanie's entire body curled up on the floor motionless, face

hurriedly put away her gun and ran up to

quiet, and

herself overwhelmed by endless fear. She knelt down, her hands trembling, and she went forward and gently nudged Stephanie, "Grandma? What's

was motionless, but her body was still warm. Joyce hurriedly turned her over, only to see that Stephanie's face was blue, and there were foams on the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were tightly closed,

in fear. She trembled and reached out to try her

God, Stephanie was dead.

ran down uncontrollably from her cheeks. Her lips shivered, and she was unable to believe

medicine was working and she was expecting her to live a long time. Now in the afternoon, Grandma died... Oh, what could

first, but gradually couldn't stop crying as she went forward and shook Stephanie desperately. It was clear that

her pistol again, her sad eyes scanning around, trying to find