Ruby Gregory stood in front of the French glass doors for a moment, then hurriedly ran out in a flurry, "Mrs. Taylor, what's wrong with Steve Burton?"
"I don't know what's wrong with Mr. Steve either. I noticed he didn't return to the mansion last night, so I came over this morning to prepare breakfast. To my surprise, I found the glass door of the living room was left open, with the house bitterly cold. That's when I saw Mr. Steve drenched in the swimming pool."
Ruby's face turned a bit pale. She didn't say anything, only bending over to grab Steve's other arm.
Steve wasn't fat, but as a man, he was tall and slim. With Mrs. Taylor's help, Ruby managed to haul him out from the pool, but she seemed rather exhausted from the effort.
Steve's face was pale, his lips colorless, his eyes tightly closed. He was nothing like the coldly elegant man he usually was.
