There was a woman standing outside the door, with Kellen Morton by her side.

Kellen Morton held a sharp knife in his hand, pressed against the woman's neck.

The woman was Sylvia!

"Don't move," Kellen Morton said in a flat voice, with a hint of cold killing intent.

Sylvia widened her eyes and repeated in panic, "Don't chop off my head... Don't chop off my head..."

Kellen Morton squinted his eyes.

When the kitchen knife flew past in the afternoon, she was also scared out of her wits, repeatedly chanting "don't chop off my head."

A normal person who sees a knife flying towards them or pressed against their neck would say "don't kill me" or "help me."

This woman was really abnormal.

"Who are you?" Kellen Morton asked in a cold voice.

Sylvia's face turned pale and she stuttered, "I...I am Sylvia..."

Kellen Morton and Martin Murray glanced at each other.

Martin Murray asked, "What are you doing here?"

Sylvia stuttered, "I couldn't sleep at night and just happened to hear some noise..."

Her eyes turned and fell on Wade Murray, "It seems to be Master He Wen's voice... Is he okay?"

Martin Murray's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, but he just said lightly, "There's nothing wrong, you can go back now!"

Upon hearing this, Kellen Morton withdrew the knife.

Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Kellen Morton cautiously, and said, "Yes... I will go back now..."

After speaking, she quickly left.

Wade Murray asked, "Dad, what's going on?"

Martin Murray lowered his voice, "The servants' resting room is at the other end of the estate, about 500 meters away. Even if you shout loudly, she can't hear it, and she came here so quickly."

The decoration quality of the Murray Family Estate is very good, and the soundproofing effect of the doors, walls, and glass is also very good. Otherwise, if Wade Murray knocked on the door loudly, the other members of the Murray family would have been woken up a long time ago. Of course, Kellen Morton is an exception.

"Secondly, with so many children in this estate, how does she know that the person she's calling for is you?" It's hard to distinguish who is who when children scream, let alone that Wade Murray, Hamza Murray, and Zion Murray are all young boys with very similar voices. Sylvia concluded it was Wade Murray's voice too quickly, which is very suspicious. These two points are enough to prove that she is lying!

Wade Murray's mind turned quickly, and he nervously lowered his voice, "Dad, are you saying that she was in my room just now?" Martin Murray nodded and called Colt Robson to check the surveillance, but they found nothing. The surveillance had been intentionally stopped.

Wade Murray felt even more frightened. Sometimes, people with strange behavior are scarier than ghosts. Martin Murray looked up at Kellen Morton, who happened to be looking back at him. A flicker of calculation flashed in their eyes. Kellen Morton nodded and slightly raised his voice, "Well, I'll go back first." Martin Murray said, "Okay."

Wade Murray immediately said, "Dad, I want to sleep in your room..." Martin Murray responded with a grunt and took Wade Murray back to his room. Soon, the main building of the estate fell into silence again.

Before long, the front door on the first floor was quietly pushed open, and a figure silently "floated" in... At this moment, Kellen Morton was crouching on the beam, secretly sneering. Normal people would never dare to come back after being caught on the spot once. The maid here is either too scheming or doesn't have a normal person's way of thinking. Kellen Morton is more inclined to believe that she is a pervert.

Under the spacious villa, Sylvia walked up the stairs with silent steps, slowly wandering around like a wandering ghost in the middle of the night. Kellen Morton frowned, not knowing why he had a strange feeling...

In the room, Wade Murray was lying on the grayish-blue bed. Martin Murray's room was arranged with more cold and solemn grayish-blue tones, and everything was placed neatly, giving people a feeling of being both rigid and unemotional. Wade Murray sat up straight, with his hands obediently placed on his belly. Martin Murray came out with a thin blanket and said faintly, "Go to sleep." The light went out, and there was no night light in Martin Murray's room, only the dim light from outside the estate shining through slightly. Wade Murray looked towards the window and instinctively moved closer to his father. After a while, he hesitated and whispered, "Dad?" Martin Murray responded with a single "Hmm." Wade Murray thought to himself, He's not asleep... He stammered, "Dad... everyone says that my brother and I were born from a test tube, and our purpose is to provide a match for Auntie... Is that true?" Martin Murray closed his eyes and said lightly, "Who told you that?" Wade Murray pursed his lips and said, "Everyone says so." They never had a mother since they were young, only their father. In all the family photos or other news, there was no trace of their mother ever existing. So everyone said that he and Hamza Murray were carefully selected from the cold test tube, only because their aunt had late-stage leukemia and couldn't find a suitable match anywhere in the world... Martin Murray sneered, "Then why not make two in one tube and separate them later?" He and Hamza Murray were more than a year apart in age. Wade Murray remained silent. Martin Murray was about to speak, but seemed to sense something and turned his head to stare at the door. Wade Murray became nervous too. As everyone knew, the door panel could not fit perfectly with the floor, otherwise it would scrape against the ground when closing, so there would always be a small gap.

The hallway light outside seeped slightly through the gap under the door, but suddenly went dark as if someone was standing outside. After a moment, the shadow moved forward and quickly disappeared. Wade Murray watched the change in light and shadow with his own eyes and was so scared that he almost peed himself.

In Susie Murray's room, the little one was sleeping soundly when suddenly a gust of wind blew across her face. Alex's low chirping came from the balcony, which meant the parrot thought it was being attacked by a predator. But the sound soon disappeared. Susie Murray opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. After a moment, her eyelids became heavy, and she looked like she was about to fall asleep.

It was very quiet around her, so when the door was gently pushed open, Susie Murray heard it and looked over in confusion. Against the light from the hallway, she saw a figure enter silently, stepping softly like a cat's paw, getting closer and closer...

When a person suddenly enters a dark place from a bright place, usually they can't see anything due to the darkness. However, in this case, Susie Murray could clearly see the person walk up to her bed, standing straight like a ghost, staring at her fixedly. Susie Murray suddenly spoke up and asked, "Aunt Sylvia, what are you doing?" In the silent night, in the darkness where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, a child's innocent voice suddenly rang out. Sylvia was startled and screamed instinctively. "Ah..." She quickly backed away, but accidentally stepped on something and made a loud bang.