Chapter 305 More Torture, More Love

The Stewart's house was empty. The garden was cold and cheerless, and the hall was not lit. The entire house was dark, and the air exuded a smell of decay. Only Braden's room on the second floor was lit with a dim yellow light, and a tall figure was reflected by the window. Shirley walked into the hall, followed the rotating stairs, and quietly went to the second floor. Braden's door was slightly closed, and through the gap, she could clearly see a man standing by the window. However, she could only see the man's tall, straight, and cold back. If it wasn't Braden, then who could it be? At that moment, Shirley once again felt her blood burning. Without hesitation, she rushed forward and pushed the door open. "Braden, you are still alive!" The man by the window slowly turned around, his lips curved, and he looked at Shirley with a sinister look. He spread out his hands and said, "Shirl