Frightened, she immediately turned around, placed her hand behind her, and looked as if she'd seen a ghost, staring at Henry Cooper standing at the door in the shadows, shivering slightly, she said, "You... why aren't you asleep..."
"With all this commotion, how could I sleep?"
Henry Cooper reached out and pressed the switch on the wall. The room was suddenly brightly lit, revealing Isabella Lindsey on the bed, already submerged in a sea of red, covered in blood, an utterly tragic sight.
With the light.
Bertha Marley acted as if a ghost had seen a human, scared and dodging to one side, lowering her head, not daring to look into Henry Cooper's predatory eyes.
"Do you have a grudge against Isabella Lindsey? To assault her like this!"
Henry Cooper roared out of nowhere, rushed to the bedside in quick steps, grabbed Bertha Marley's hand forcefully, exerting so much strength you could hear her wrist creak, as if it was about to break, causing her to cry out loudly:
