Caught the thief

God, what was he thinking? Is that him? How did he become like this? Mr. Clark went upstairs in low spirits. The further Stella went downstairs, the more she felt that something was wrong. Even if he was afraid of thieves, Mr. Clark, a tall and strong man, should not be so scared. Could it be… If that was the case, it was very terrible. Stella was so confused that she didn't even hear RK's calling. "Stella… Stella? Stella?" "Huh? Oh." Stella turned around and walked up to RK. "What's wrong with you?" Are you feeling uncomfortable again?" RK looked at Stella's unhappy expression and a strange feeling welled up in his heart. "No, I just feel confused." Stella frowned. "Mr. Clark is acting weirdly today. When he saw me, he looked as if he had seen a ghost. As long as I mention the thief, he will look even more nervous. I suspect…" "What you suspect is the same as what I suspect. When I went downstairs in the morning, I happened to see that the resident below you secretly looking up." RK s