Kevin swiftly grabbed his shirt and put it on. "Who said you could barge in? Get out!"

Blake even forgot to speak. She fearfully retreated outside, clutching her chest and gasping for breath. Leaning against the door, she recalled the injuries on Kevin's body.

'Wasn't he Mr. Jardin's assistant? How does he have these injuries? Every single one of those looked like deadly wounds. We're in the modern age. How could something like this still happen? What on earth has he been through?'

Kevin stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, his gaze intense and enigmatic. The past events seemed vivid despite ten years passing swiftly. They replayed like scenes on a videotape repeatedly, hauntingly clear. Kevin wore a clean set of pajamas when he emerged from the bathroom.

Seeing Blake still around, he spoke coldly, "How long do you plan on staying?"

Blake came out of the kitchen with two sets of bowls and utensils. Her expression was calm as if nothing had happened. "Although you bought the i