On the third day of the National Day holiday, Nancy Miller came to find Holly Sawyer, her demeanor unusually frazzled instead of its usual aloofness.
Leo Grant had gone to work, leaving Holly alone at home.
"Sister…"
Nancy's expression was anxious, biting her lip lightly, seeming as if she wanted to speak but was hesitant.
She appeared to be afraid of something.
"Hmm, what is it?"
Holly looked at Nancy, her voice calm and steady.
"I…"
Nancy clutched her hands tightly, unable to utter anything further for a long time.
Her demeanor was particularly frantic, as if she had encountered something significant.
"I killed someone…"
After what seemed like ages, Nancy finally squeezed out those four words, looking at Holly with terror, as though she was about to cry.
Though she had a cold personality, she was still completely flustered in the face of such matters.
"What's going on?"
Holly frowned, staring intently at Nancy.
