Veronica and Catherine held their breaths. Their heartbeats escalated. As they stayed under the bed, their limpid eyes focused on the door.
The footsteps came closer and stopped in front of the door. The words behind the door suddenly quieted down. Soon, the door was opened. Several footsteps entered the room.
"The door was open. Someone came here," a low voice could be heard. It was a man's voice. The voice was colder than usual.
Someone else looked around and questioned him, "Why would someone come into Ruth's room?"
There was another person. He said, "Maybe he or she was missing Sister Ruth. Sigh, she was a good person."
'Three men in Sister Ruth's room in the middle of the night… What on earth are they here for?' Veronica wondered.
"Is that so? Then why is the bed disheveled?" The first person pointed his finger at the bed.
