Chapter 22

Uncle Wallace collapsed to the ground as his head bled profusely. However, Dorothy did not want him dead just yet. After all, if he died here, she would surely be investigated. She thought for a while, then an idea came to her head. She might as well wait for Olivia to come back and then put the blame on her. Dorothy was not sure what else this old geezer knew. That was what worried her the most. That was why she had to get to the bottom of it. She found a rope on the side of the room and then quickly tied Uncle Wallace up with it. After that, she grabbed a towel and stuffed it in his mouth. Immediately after she did that, Dorothy heard the sound of the doorbell coming from downstairs. Wes was home. She quickly closed the door and walked downstairs. Halfway down the stairs, she realized that she moved too hard just now, and that caused her wound to stain her shirt red. Dorothy had no choice but to run to the other room and get a change of clothes. However, her bandages were st