You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Cecelia trotted out of the military hospital and drove back to the Heath family.

The distance was just 2 km, but it became extra long because of the traffic everywhere. After driving for nearly ten minutes, she was so impatient that she finally simply parked the car at the intersection and got out to walk home.

Jogging all the way, she finally reached the door, only to see that all the lights in the entire villa were turned off, and darkness shrouded the spire house, giving her a surprisingly gloomy and gruesome feeling. Her heartbeat accelerated again for no reason, her heart thumping hard, and the inexplicable uneasiness rushed up again.

She kept reassuring herself that either the old man hadn't come home yet or he was sleeping, which was why the house was left unlit.

The moment she opened the door, Cecelia, with the acumen of a soldier, immediately detected an unusual scent.

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It was very light and faint, but enough for her to distinguish.

How is that possible? How could there be the smell of blood in the house?

escape again, but her intuition told

trembling fingers, she turned on the

the whole house in turn. Shoes were neatly arranged in the entrance hall, and she glimpsed Rodney's shoes on the cabinet, as usual, so she could see that Rodney had returned. She hurriedly

empty house. She cautiously walked in. The dining room was empty, the parlor was empty, and as soon as she stepped out of the parlor, she glimpsed a shocking puddle of blood spreading

into the

sight in front of her

curled up on the ground, and his

his head was also stained with blood. The death-like blood on the ground was

stunned and dumbfounded, and her

something like this even happen? He was just fine in the morning! How could she

a long time, her numb body walked forward mechanically, until she reached

him. She knew he was dead. He had bled so much that he couldn't possibly still be alive. His body had begun to stiffen, without a trace of warmth. Her hands were stained with his blood. She looked at her hand, and tears could not help but flow