"Mr. Raphael, the lady has already..."
Raphael looked carefully at the man in front of him with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, hesitant to continue.
He knew that the passing of the lady was a devastating blow to Mr. Frank. If things continued along this trajectory, he feared that Mr. Frank's old sickness would recur, with unthinkable consequences.
"Silence!" Frank Smith sternly interrupted Raphael's words, his eyes brimming with a chilling fury.
However, when he turned his gaze to Caroline Lacy, his eyes became soft once again. "She's still alive, she will never leave me," Frank murmured quietly, cradling Caroline delicately as if she were the most precious gem in the world.
"Don't be scared, sweetie, we're going home."
He spoke in soothing whispers to the person he held, gingerly stepping over the corpses scattered across the ground, a bone-chilling expression on his face.
"Chop these vermin into pieces and feed them to the dogs," Frank commanded coldly.
Seeing the bodies of dozens of men scattered haphazardly on the ground, Raphael nodded in silence, not daring to comment further.
When Frank entered the Smith mansion holding Caroline's body, everyone present was dumbfounded.
The Young Madam is actually...
They all knew that the Young Madam was the young master's Achilles' heel.
With this, the Smith family is likely to face a major upheaval.
Thinking about this, everyone fell silent, even daring not to breathe too loudly. The huge manor fell into an eerie silence.
Raphael didn't dare delay and immediately arranged for someone to report the situation to old master Smith.
In the bedroom, Caroline calmly lay on the bed. The blood stains on her had been wiped clean, and she had been changed into a long white dress.
Her pretty face appeared peaceful, and her black hair gracefully laid across the pillow. If it weren't for the terrifying strangulation mark on her neck and the lack of breath, she would appear as if she were merely asleep.
Frank sat by the bed, staring unblinkingly at Caroline.
His deep, swirling eyes revealed a deep affection that could engulf someone.
As the night fell, the last ray of sunlight disappeared, and the world went black.
"Sweetie." Frank Smith lightly stroked Caroline's face, his voice deep and hoarse. "Do you still hold resentment towards me in your heart?" He gently held Caroline's hand, the light in his eyes flickering with self-mockery and sadness. "Resenting me for ruthlessly tying you to me and denying you your freedom. Hating my pathological possessiveness, resenting my every action."
A touch of desolate laughter emerged on his face. "But what can I do?"
He began to laugh, his gaze empty as stagnant water.
"My world was already gloomy and dirty, and you're like the only glimmer of light. Once touched, I just couldn't let go."
He gazed at Caroline for a long time and finally bent down to kiss her lips lightly. "Rest assured, all those who have harmed you will pay the price in blood."
Frank got up and walked out of the room. "I'll be back soon."
The murderous aura emanating from him seemed to freeze the entire room's air.
Unbeknownst to Frank, Caroline's soul was quietly following him.
For some reason, her spirit, following her death, was trapped within three meters of Drank, and couldn't escape.
Wherever he went, she could only follow.
Caroline helplessly curled the corner of her lips.
She hadn't expected that even in death, Frank would not let her go.
However, what she was more concerned about at the moment was: Who sent someone to kill her?
Her thoughts drifted back to the moment before the incident.
At the time, she had received a phone call saying that her uncle was suddenly seriously ill and had been taken to the hospital where she worked.
Upon hearing this news, she immediately drove to the hospital.
Who would have expected that on the way, an accident would occur, a runaway truck hurtling towards her without warnin?.
The distance was too close, and the truck was coming with such momentum that she had nowhere to escape.
After a bout of dizzying spins, she was dragged out of the car by someone and taken to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts.
Next, she was mercilessly strangled to death by someone.
It was only when Frank held her cold body tightly in his arms that she dimly regained consciousness.
Of course, by then, she had already become a drifting spirit.
Just at that moment.
"Click—"
The sound of a door opening interrupted Caroline's thoughts.
The scene before her eyes caused her pupils to contract sharply.
