To make matters worse, there was so much blood around, he knew that it would be impossible for his little sister not to be traumatized for a lifetime.
"Brother..."
Noah paused his guilt trip and tried to comfort his distressed little sister...He got down on his knees next to the nanny corpse and peeked underneath the bed.
When he saw that his little sister was curled akin to a snail shell at the far corner of the bed, he sighed in relief.
"Grace, I am right here, you're safe." Noah said softly.
"Brother!"
Grace cried out loud his name after finally hearing his response. Just as she tried to turn around, Noah besought, "Please, close your eyes and don't ask me why."
"...Okay." Grace was confused, but she did as she was told, not wanting to upset her brother.
Noah guided her to emerge from underneath the bed at the other side, not wanting her to touch even a drop of the blood.
