Charles went to the upper floor to call Harton Clark, looked around his room, and came back down.
Then he ran to the living room and asked, "Did Uncle Clark leave last night?"
"What's wrong?" Wilton Edwards furrowed his brows, thought for a moment, and replied, "No, I didn't hear any movement."
"There's nobody in his room," Charles said. "There are no signs of anyone having slept on the bed, but his cell phone is on the bedside table."
"Pfft—cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..." Anisa Cooper spat out the water she had just drank.
Wilton Edwards' eyes suddenly widened, and his facial expression looked as though it had frozen in place.
Only Melody Collins remained relatively calm. She even thought that this development was more normal.
The two of them had been together for a long time, and their relationship had always been stable. Something should have happened by now.
Otherwise, she would have doubted whether there was something wrong with them.
