The night's rain was very cold. Madelyn draped a scarf over herself before going downstairs. Margaret turned on the lights downstairs.

In the darkness, they saw a man dragging his weary body, walking very slowly. Madelyn's pupils suddenly contracted. And without any hesitation, she rushed into the rain. Margaret quickly took an umbrella hanging by the entrance and followed her.

Madelyn's clothes were soaked with the rain. She tightly frowned and asked, "What's wrong? It's so late. Why aren't you home? Why aren't you using an umbrella when it's raining now? Where's Leyton?"

Madelyn was worried when she saw his disheveled appearance. She felt a lump in her throat.

Ethan moved his lips slightly and fell onto Madelyn's body. It seemed as if he had used the last bit of his strength to hold her tightly. The cold raindrops on his black hair dripped onto the fair skin of Madelyn's neck. She leaned back slightly and gently patted Ethan's back, "Ethan?"

Margaret worriedly muttered, "Oh my g