After hearing Melody Summers explain the situation, Mrs. Vance shook her head hesitantly. "Strangers... No, I haven’t seen any," she replied. "I just heard arguing from their apartment a few days ago, and some crashing and banging sounds... And over the last two days, I’ve faintly heard a woman crying..."
As for the missing friend Melody had mentioned, Joyce Lawson, Mrs. Vance wasn’t sure if she had gone to apartment 1506.
Just then, Susan Warren came out of the bedroom, her belly large with pregnancy.
She had overheard the gist of the conversation from the bedroom and spoke up. "I couldn’t sleep a few days ago, and while I was pacing around the living room, I saw two people go into 1506, the apartment across the hall."
To ensure a smooth birth, Susan Warren had to get a certain amount of exercise every day, so she would often walk around her living room.
That day, she heard a knock on a door outside, so she peeked through her peephole and happened to see two people go into 1506 across the hall.
Hearing this, Melody Summers quickly asked, "Susan, who were those two people? Could you tell?"
Susan Warren frowned in thought before answering hesitantly, "They were both bundled up in thick down jackets, so I couldn’t really see... But I think one of them was the woman from 1501. I recognized the fuchsia scarf she wears around her neck!"
Mrs. Vance slapped her thigh. "A fuchsia scarf? Then it must have been someone from 1501, no doubt about it! I’ve seen her wear a scarf that color, too. It’s really eye-catching!"
Melody Summers frowned slightly. ’1501?’
She remembered that the couple Gene Young and Yvonne York lived in 1501...
At that thought, Melody Summers suddenly remembered something else—Yvonne York was Joyce Lawson’s aunt!
Melody recalled that when Yvonne York had first moved in, she’d given Joyce Lawson some sweet potatoes, and Joyce had even planned to share them with her.
If that was the case, then the person who went to 1506 with Yvonne York was most likely Joyce Lawson!
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「Thirty minutes earlier.」
Ethan Sutton quietly entered the study, carrying a bowl of white rice.
He placed a rechargeable table lamp on the desk, illuminating the dark room.
The room was piled with coal and other consumable supplies. Besides that, there was only a simple wooden plank bed, with a slightly raised quilt on top.
Ethan Sutton hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and threw back the quilt, revealing Joyce Lawson’s sleeping face.
The heating was set very low, and with no other source of warmth in the room, Joyce Lawson’s face was red from the cold. Her mouth was sealed with duct tape, and she was breathing with some difficulty.
As the quilt was pulled off her, Joyce Lawson felt a wave of cold wash over her in her deep sleep. She groggily opened her eyes.
When she clearly saw Ethan Sutton standing before her, Joyce Lawson’s eyes flew wide open, filled with terror.
As if she had seen some sort of monster, she writhed, trying to back away.
But her hands and feet were tied behind her back, and her struggles were futile.
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