The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 847

Outside the door, the gifts Ferris had brought were still sitting there, but two boxes of Premium Bird's Nest Tonic had been kicked over—clearly knocked down by someone rushing out.

Inside the door lay a hollow, terrifying silence.

My legs gave out instantly, and I crumpled to the floor, unable to pull myself back up.

Ferris rushed over to help me. "Selena, are you hurt? Did you scrape your knees?"

"No... no, I'm... I'm fine. Go! Go check on her!" I pushed his hands away, desperately urging him to go inside and check on Lucille. "Check on my mom first! Check on her!"

My heart was a frantic, tangled mess. All I cared about was whether Lucille was okay.

Unable to persuade me, Ferris hurried inside. I struggled to my feet, using the wall for support, and dragged myself toward the entrance.

But the moment I saw the scene inside, my legs buckled again, and I collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud.

The massive living room was painted in a horrifying shade of crimson.

Lucille lay in the middle of that bloody pool, still wearing the purplish-red puffer jacket she had on that morning. Surrounded by red, her face was deathly pale. A grotesque, jagged gash tore across her neck, and her wide-open eyes stared blankly into the distance.

The bright crimson made her pallor seem even more ghostly, while her deathly white skin made the blood look even more vivid. It was a scene of pure, unadulterated terror and despair.

I wanted to throw myself at her, hold her, and rush her to the hospital, but I found I couldn't even stand.

My knees flared with excruciating pain, and my legs refused to obey me. Kneeling on the floor, staring at that sea of blood, my vision went black, and I lost consciousness.

The last thing I heard was Ferris's panicked shout, "Selena!"

The world suddenly felt incredibly empty. Drops of water fell, one by one, landing on my forehead and sliding down. Then, more rain poured down, drowning me completely.

It was raining in my world, the downpour growing heavier by the second.