Shawn stood upright with his hands on his sides, and there was blood from Susan on his clothes.

His face was extremely cold, and his thin lips were pursed.

"My Susan...my poor daughter!" The dean rushed over while crying. "What's going on? Why did something happen suddenly?! She only lived in Temperley Hall for a few days. Oh my God!"

Shawn said nothing.

The dean cried, "If there is something wrong with my grandson, I will not live... Susan will definitely not be able to bear the blow, Mr. W