Hurriedly going upstairs, he found only William was there.
The door was half-hidden, and as soon as he approached, he could hear Lilith's cry.
Jay's heart seemed to be pierced through countless steel needles, and the pain made him difficult to breathe. He stepped into the door, and Kelly followed.
The bedroom door was ajar.
It was a mess.
And even broken cups were on the ground.
He saw William standing in Lilith's bedroom, looking pale, whose hands were trembling, "Lilith, listen to Dad's words, put the broken glass down, do not hurt yourself."
Jay's brain buzzed, and he didn't even think, rushing into the bedroom.
He will never forget the scene in front of him!
Lilith, wearing a white sleeping robe, was holding a piece of broken glass in her hand. The pieces had cut her palm, and the blood had trickled down, like the scarlet pomegranate juice, winding to the white arm.
