The next morning, Yvonne was still asleep when she woke up to a series of knocks on the door.

After tending to Elvin by her side, she draped a jacket over her body and opened the door. In her drowsy eyes, she saw the solemn expression on Stephen's face.

"What's wrong?"

"Mrs. Johnson is dead."

Hearing that, Yvonne was instantly awake. "What?"

She grabbed Stephen's arm, her gaze filled with incredulity. "It's impossible. Wasn't she fine yesterday?"

"Someone went to the river to fish this morning and found Mrs. Johnson's lifeless body. The riverside is now full of police personnel."

"How ..." Yvonne found it hard to believe. She put on her jacket properly and stepped out of her room.

"I'll go there and have a look!"

The weather was gloomy, and even the air carried a sense of oppressiveness. At this moment, the old bridge was crowded with townspeople, and police had already cordoned off the area.

It took Yvonne a while to get to the front of the crowd.

Standing behind the p