"No, Miss Moore just rushed down without even taking an umbrella and ran out."
Trenton Smith's hand that was gripping his suit jacket paused, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "Ran out?"
"Yes, yes..." The servant's tone became more cautious, "She suddenly ran down... and was crying. She just left; should we send someone to bring her back?"
Trenton Smith's expression darkened, and he was silent for a moment before his face grew even gloomier, "No need."
He turned and went upstairs.
*
The rain was getting heavier.
The taxi stopped in front of the Miller family's old house.
Norris Moore took some change from his coat pocket, paid the fare, and hurriedly got out of the car.
The lights in the Miller's house were off, and the surroundings were pitch black. Norris Moore ran over and knocked on the iron gate, "Auntie Miller, Auntie Miller, are you home? Is anyone there?"
