Karen turned to look as well and was taken by surprise. “Old... Old Master?”

The care worker pushed Old Master Whitman into the room.

Yvonne’s lips twitched as she felt her body grow cold.

The old master might not be in the best state of mind, but his eyes were sharp and awake.

He glared at Yvonne and spat out the words slowly but clearly.

“You... That day… You were the one. I saw. You ran down the stairs with a jewelry box. There was blood on the box! You... You wanted to run... But di