Chapter 117

A womon wos stonding outside the door ond next to her wos Bloke.

Bloke wos holding o shorp knife ogoinst the womon’s neck.

It wos none other thon Ashley.

“Don’t move,” Bloke soid with o hint of killing intent.

Ashley’s eyes widen ond she soid repeotedly soid, “Don’t chop off my heod… Don’t chop off my heod…”

Bloke recolled thot she wos olso scored out of her mind when the kitchen knife flew toword her in the ofternoon. She wos olso chonting the some words.

A normol one would be soying ‘Don’t kill me’ or ‘Help’ when o knife wos ogoinst their neck.

This womon is weird.

“Who ore you?” Bloke osked.

Ashley looked poled os she onswered, “I’m Ashley.”

Bloke ond Anthony looked ot eoch other.

Anthony osked, “Whot ore you doing here?”

Ashley stommered, “I… I couldn’t sleep ot night ond hoppened to heor the commotion…”

Her eyes londed on Josh, “It seems to be the voice of Josh. Is he olright?”

“There’s nothing wrong. Go bock.” Anthony ordered.

Bloke heord him ond withdrew the shorp knife.

Ashley let out o sigh of relief ond glonced ot Bloke before soying, “Yes, I’m going bock now.”

After soying thot, she left in o hurry.

Josh, “Dod, whot’s going on?”

Anthony lowered his voice, “The room where the servonts rest is ot the other end of the monsion. Even if you shouted, she couldn’t hove heord it ond come over so quickly.”

The soundproofing effect of the Crowford monsion wos very good. Otherwise, the rest of the Crowford fomily hove been woken up by Josh bonging on the door, except for the speciol Bloke.

“Next, there ore so mony children in this monsion. How does she know thot the person shouting is you?”

It wos hord to tell who wos who when little children screomed, not to mention the foct thot the three boys hove olmost similor voices.

Ashley could know thot it wos Josh’s with o screom. Which wos woy too suspicious.

A woman was standing outside the door and next to her was Blake.

Blake was holding a sharp knife against the woman’s neck.

It was none other than Ashley.

“Don’t move,” Blake said with a hint of killing intent.

Ashley’s eyes widen and she said repeatedly said, “Don’t chop off my head… Don’t chop off my head…”

Blake recalled that she was also scared out of her mind when the kitchen knife flew toward her in the afternoon. She was also chanting the same words.

A normal one would be saying ‘Don’t kill me’ or ‘Help’ when a knife was against their neck.

This woman is weird.

“Who are you?” Blake asked.

Ashley looked paled as she answered, “I’m Ashley.”

Blake and Anthony looked at each other.

Anthony asked, “What are you doing here?”

Ashley stammered, “I… I couldn’t sleep at night and happened to hear the commotion…”

Her eyes landed on Josh, “It seems to be the voice of Josh. Is he alright?”

“There’s nothing wrong. Go back.” Anthony ordered.

Blake heard him and withdrew the sharp knife.

Ashley let out a sigh of relief and glanced at Blake before saying, “Yes, I’m going back now.”

After saying that, she left in a hurry.

Josh, “Dad, what’s going on?”

Anthony lowered his voice, “The room where the servants rest is at the other end of the mansion. Even if you shouted, she couldn’t have heard it and come over so quickly.”

The soundproofing effect of the Crawford mansion was very good. Otherwise, the rest of the Crawford family have been woken up by Josh banging on the door, except for the special Blake.

“Next, there are so many children in this mansion. How does she know that the person shouting is you?”

It was hard to tell who was who when little children screamed, not to mention the fact that the three boys have almost similar voices.

Ashley could know that it was Josh’s with a scream. Which was way too suspicious.

These two points were enough to prove that she was lying.

Josh linked the points and asked nervously, “Daddy, do you mean that it was her who was in my room?”

Anthony nodded and phoned Jack to ask him to check the surveillance camera.

However, they had no luck as the recording was stopped by someone.

Josh felt fearful. People with weird actions were scarier than spirits.

Anthony looked up at Blake and Blake looked back. They were thinking of the same thing.

Blake nodded his head and raised his voice slightly, “Then I’ll go back to my room first.”

“Alright,” Anthony said.

“Dad, I want to sleep in your room.” Josh requested.

Anthony agreed and brought Josh to his room.

The Crawford mansion was silent again.

A few moments later, the door on the first floor was pushed open and a figure floated in silently.

Blake was crouching on the top of the beam, secretly sneering at it.

Normal people who have been caught on the spot would never dare to do it again right away. Either this maid is weird to the point of being creepy or she doesn’t think normally.

Blake was more inclined to believe that she was a psychopath.

Ashley went upstairs without making a sound. The strange thing was she looked like a lonely person lurking around in the middle of the night.

Blake frowned as he had a very strange feeling…

—

In the room, Josh was lying on the bed with his hands on his belly.

Anthony brought out a thin bed quilt, “Let’s sleep.”

Josh moved near Anthony as the room was dark without a night light.

“Dad?”

“Hmmm?”

He is not asleep yet, Josh thought.

“Dad… A lot of people said that my brother and I came from the test tube. Our existence is just to provide a match for my aunt. Is it true?”

“Who told you that?” Anthony asked with his eyes closed.”

“Everyone said so.”

They grew up without a mother, only a father. There was not a trace of their mother’s existence. That’s why others said Josh and Drake were carefully selected from the test tubes. Their birth was only to provide a suitable match for their aunt who was going through the last stage of Leukemia. There was not a suitable match for her in the entire world.

“Why is there a need to separate the test tube then?”

Josh and Drake were more than one year apart.

Josh was speechless as he thought of it.

Anthony was about to speak but he felt something. He turned and stared at the door.

Josh followed and tensed up.

A door would always have a small gap below otherwise it would create friction with the floor from opening and closing the door. They could see someone standing outside from the gap.

A few moments later the shadow moved toward the front and soon disappeared.

Josh nearly pissed himself due to the fright.

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Lilly’s room.

She was sleeping soundly when a sudden gust of wind blew on her cheeks. Polly also made some deep squeaky noises on the balcony. Parrots would make this sound in the middle of the night when they were touched by other creatures that pose threats to them.

Soon, the sound was gone.

Lilly opened her eyes and blankly stared at the ceiling.

Her eyelids were half closed and she was half asleep.

The surroundings were quiet. When the door was gently opened, Lilly looked over in confusion as she heard it.

She saw a figure coming in, gradually approaching her…

Lilly could clearly see the figure walking to her bedside, staring straight at her.

Suddenly, Lilly asked out loud, “Aunt Ashley, what are you doing?”

Ashley was shocked by the childish voice in the dark. She shrieked.

“Ahh!”

She backed up hurriedly but ended up stepping on something that made a loud noise.