Xyla Quest did not sleep well that night.

Strange dreams had kept her tossing and turning all night. In her dreams, different people were chasing after her, and she was constantly running for life.

At seven o’clock in the morning, her eyes snapped open.

Ripples of pain seared through her brain in the very next second.

She held her heavy head, her hands subconsciously flailing around the empty spot beside her, only to find that Stanley Batton was not there anymore.

The bedsheet was cold. He must have gotten up long ago.

Xyla casually stretched her arms, then went into the bathroom with confounding buzzing in her head.

When she set foot into the bathroom, her gaze inadvertently fell upon the laundry basket at the corner. There was a bloodstain on the white dress shirt.

She recognized it right away. Stanley wore that shirt yesterday.

Xyla instantly picked up the shirt and took a closer look at the stain.

The bloodstain was near the upper sleeve. It was not big, only ab