Chapter 388

Unable to hold them back in the end, Rose’s tears fell freely like rain through a torn canopy.

It wet the pillow beneath.

Could she still believe in him?

Her gaze was empty as the void.

Finally, she set her eyes on the white marbled tiles and the carved mahogany handrails.

The handrail led to the quiet floor upstairs, where it was abnormally dark.

“A crazy woman is hiding in Daddy’s bed!”

Jenson’s shaky voice suddenly echoed in Rose’s head.

Unable to sleep, Rose got up and dressed herself. Then, she tiptoed up the stairs.

Jenson was not the only one panicking about the secret behind the attic, for it agitated her as well.

Who was the woman in the attic?

…

As the Fragrant Vessel Court was built following the characteristics of classical overlapping architectures, its rooms were built intricately and were naturally dim.

Pushing open the door in front of the handrail, Rose entered the room and closed the door behind her.

She found herself in a small living room