Chapter 113

Lucille reached out to touch the screen, and her eyes suddenly began to water. "Grandma, mother, grandpa, and father. I miss you all so much..." The night was long and lonely. In the villa next door... Joseph was still lying on the lounge chair. His eyes were closed, and his clean and slender fingers tapped on the little cat's head. No one could guess what he was thinking. Culver stepped forward, closed the window, and whispered, "It's late, Mr. Joseph. It's time for you to rest." "Yes," he responded lazily. However, he did not move. Culver hesitated for two seconds and tentatively asked, "Mr. Joseph, the dress that Mrs. Collins wore at the engagement party proves that there is no scar on her back. It means that she is not the person you are looking for. In that case... should we continue looking for the little girl who broke her promise on Life and Death Street?" Joseph suddenly opened his eyes from where he was sitting on the deck chair. An overwhelming pressure engulfed the air. Cul