As Su Yurou spoke, she leaned involuntarily toward Zhao Dong, her face filled with fear. "We suddenly heard a scream from inside the manor!"
"A scream?" Zhao Dong's brow furrowed. "What kind of scream?"
"It sounded like… like the desperate wail of a woman, but also like a child crying. In short, it was terrifyingly bizarre!"
"And then?" Zhao Dong pressed.
Su Yurou, still shaken, said, "Then my father fainted. He's been unconscious ever since. No matter how many doctors we've brought in, they all say there's nothing they can do." Her eyes welled with tears as she continued, "The doctors say my father doesn't have much time left. He might… he might die today…"
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Zhao Dong immediately went upstairs with Su Yurou.
When Zhang Fang saw Zhao Dong again, it was as if she were seeing a deity. She grabbed his hand and wept uncontrollably.
