Chapter 278
Alexander Foster sat up and called for Mr. Ford.
For convenience, Mr. Ford's room was arranged next to his, but this time, no matter how he called, no one came.
Just then the sound of rain intensified, and his voice mingled with the heavy rain, sounding weak.
Groping toward the doorway according to memory, his hand smoothly reached the door handle. Just as he was about to turn it, the door suddenly "moved on its own."
He was fully alert, immediately pressing down on the door handle, his voice sharp: "Who's there?"
The rain raged outside, and a faint voice came through the crack in the door: "It's... it's me."
This voice...
His expression tightened, and he immediately opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, a person fell directly onto him, about to fall to the ground.
He caught her arms in time, feeling the miserable state of her whole body being drenched by the heavy rain and her tense body.
"What's wrong?" he asked calmly.
