"Madam, watch out!" Sean Morgan exclaimed in surprise, just as he was about to reach out to shield Summer Shawcross, the ashtray had already hit her knee.
She took a deep breath, tears welled up instantly, yet she made no sound because Sean had instructed her to remain silent when they came.
"Get out!" A furious voice resounded in the bedroom.
When she heard that voice, Summer's heart tightened; it was Noah Drexler's voice...
Her heart surged with excitement as she frantically searched for his figure following the sound...
Ultimately, amidst the chaos of the room, she found the familiar silhouette.
On the carpet in front of the sofa, a man was leaning against it. She didn't have time to see his expression clearly, nor did she have time to see his condition at that moment, but her heart was filled with joy, and she hurriedly ran toward him.
"Madam!" Sean's nervous voice rang out, but it was already too late.
