Chapter 125

The sharp ringing of the doorbell cut through the silence of the night. It didn't just ring once—it kept going, impatient, as if whoever was outside wouldn't stop until someone answered. Lily stirred, groggy, her head heavy from the drinks earlier. She had just managed to doze off, and now her temples pounded with frustration. "Who the hell…?" she muttered, throwing the blanket off. She dragged herself out of the room, rubbing her eyes, muttering under her breath. "Where is this man? Carson, are you deaf or what?" But the house was quiet. The lights on the lower floor were dim; there was no sound of footsteps, no shadows moving around. Carson was nowhere to be seen. If he wasn't answering the door, he must have gone out. The bell kept ringing, sharp as ever, drilling into her skull. Lily's irritation reached its limit. "Alright, alright!" She pulled the door open. The fuzziness in her head vanished instantly. Her entire body went cold. David stood across the threshold, his broad should