After hanging up the phone, Rosalie examined the house.

It was a two-story standalone building. From the outside, one couldn't see through the glass to the interior. However, from the inside, one could see the outside clearly.

She knocked on the glass and realized it was different from ordinary glass. Sometimes, she saw houses in certain Melrinen neighborhoods that seemed unsafe because of all the glass; one could easily smash it to gain entry.

Although private property was highly protected in Melrine and breaking in was a felony, there were always people who might take desperate risks. If someone wanted to break in, it would be quite easy.

However, this house was different. It seemed to have specially designed glass that felt unique to the touch, yet it was transparent. This type of glass would likely resist even a hammer, and if she guessed correctly, bullets would struggle to penetrate it.

The house, decorated in a minimalist style, was clean and tidy. Suddenly, she noticed two unwashed plates in the kitchen sink.

Just when she thought everything was clean and orderly, those two plates proved her wrong. Rosalie's OCD kicked in, and she rolled up her sleeves to wash the plates, after which she put them on the rack.

few fruits that had likely been

had dragged his injured body to pick it up again. She wondered what he had

entered the room and found Vincent struggling on the bed, his brow furrowed and muttering something. Rosalie rushed over, unsure of what

heard what he was

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

words filled

waved his hand in the air, as if trying to grasp something. Rosalie

immediately took it.

an instant, he pulled her into his embrace, holding Rosalie

Vincent as he whispered in net

sorry, Youngie, I'm sorryd didn't protect you well."

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