Chapter 25
Hilda thanked Aoi and the others for helping clean their home. She couldn’t bring herself to help—her fear of blood was far too intense.
Now, holding a glass of milk, Hilda sat in thought. Who could’ve broken into their house? It was small, and there was nothing valuable to take.
“I think we’re all thinking the same thing about who’s behind this,” Nari said, her eyes drifting toward Art, who was currently replacing the bloodied cloth on the table. Art, however, remained expressionless.
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Later that night...
“Dad, why did you only visit me now? I thought you forgot about me,” said the eleven-year-old boy to the man in a mask. The man gently placed a hand on the boy’s head before walking over to the sofa.
The boy quickly followed, happily sitting beside him.
“I just had to
