Helen Melendy was woken up by a piercing scream.
Despite the room having good soundproofing, it couldn't block out the hysterical yelling of Leanne Richards.
She pressed her temples, which were throbbing slightly, listening to Leanne's sharp cries calling Harry Hall's name, and felt a bit irritable.
Raising her eyes to look at the unfamiliar ceiling above her, she was dazed for a long time, unable to recognize where she was.
She stared at the ceiling intently, and gradually, her memory began to return.
She had been pulled down the stairs by Leanne, and then...
At that moment, the room's door was pushed open.
Helen Melendy looked up and saw a cold man walk in from outside, expressionless.
Seeing her staring at him with open eyes, his previously gloomy face immediately lit up with a hint of joy.
He briskly walked to Helen Melendy's side, happily sitting down next to her, with no trace of the coldness he had when he had just entered.
