Chapter 162

Miss Leah's screams pierced through the sky and with a loud thud, from the terrace, she crashed onto the ground in the front yard.

Ysabelle's face contorted sinisterly. Looking down at Miss Leah who was laying on the ground lifelessly, she murmured, "Miss Leah, you brought this onto yourself. Don't hate me too much."

She then rushed down the stairs, picked up the broken phone with a napkin, and threw it next to Miss Leah's body.

Meredith, who was feeling drowsy because of the high fever was jolted awake by Miss Leah's terrified screams and the loud thud.

The scream was harrowing and chilling.

Frowning, Meredith tried to get off the bed, and head outside.

At the sight of Miss Leah who was lying lifelessly in the pool of blood, Meredith was aghast and horrified, and her drowsiness had vanished into thin air.

Miss Leah? Why was she laying in the pool of blood?

At the sound of a car driving close, Ysabelle who was hiding behind the door rushed toward them, pulled Miss Leah who was