Out of concern, Joseph Lancaster didn't leave but sat at the base of the small villa wall, intending to leave after the lights went out.
Feeling the disappearing light, Joseph Lancaster stood up, but as soon as he took a step, a piercing sound drilled into his ears.
Joseph Lancaster's whole body froze, even if he hadn't seen it, he could imagine what that sound was.
His hands hanging at his sides involuntarily clenched, resisting the urge to rush in, Joseph Lancaster stood rigidly below the small villa.
In the bedroom, Violet Zimmerman dared not argue loudly, kneeling on the floor tightly grasping Daxton Lancaster's thigh, shaking her head incessantly.
"It's not like that, Daxton, it's not what you think, we did nothing, really, if you don't believe me, check, I'm still on my period, we can't do anything..."
A cold laugh, Daxton Lancaster at this moment seemed like Satan emerging from hell, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty chill.
