Chapter 115
- As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Liza heard a loud crash from downstairs, as if something fragile—maybe a vase—had shattered against the floor.
- Her brows knitted together. What is he doing now? Demolishing the house?
- After a few moments of silence with no further sounds, she sighed, rubbing her temples in exasperation. Unable to shake off her unease, she decided to investigate.