Peter Aria's brow furrowed tighter, he reached out and touched Aubree Groove's forehead: "You don't look well, you better be hospitalized. I will personally take you for a check-up."
"I'm fine, just been working too hard on this experiment, I just need some rest, don't worry about me."
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On the ride home, Aubree had fallen asleep unknowingly.
After parking the car, Anton Cook carried Aubree upstairs.
After placing her on the bed and about to cover her up, Anton's gaze suddenly intensified.
He picked up the hem of Aubree's skirt, running his fingers along it.
He put his finger under his nose and sniffed, his pupils suddenly constricting.
It was blood.
Aubree had long stopped wearing white clothes, preferring darker colors instead.
Anton got up and walked over to her vanity. There were very few skincare products on it.
Suddenly, Anton picked up a compact off the table.
Aubree never wore makeup, but this compact showed signs of use.
Anton turned his head abruptly.
