"Hello, Miss. It won't hurt during the examination. It will be better soon..."

Dr. Green puts the medicine box in place, takes out some test tubes and says, "Let's take some blood samples, just a little..."

Dr. Green is gentle, and Alisa is not afraid.

It's just that she doesn't feel sick.

In fact, the inspection process is soon over, and Ann stays by her side all the time.

"Miss, you are indeed weak and anemic. In addition, you need to strengthen some exercise. However, you can't exercise excessively. I will make a recovery plan for you..." Dr. Green is fluent in Chinese.

"Oh, yes, thank you, Dr. Green."

"The blood sample should be sent to the hospital for test. We will get the result three days later, then I will tell you."

"Well, yes!"

Seeing Dr. Green off, Ann looks nervous. "Miss, it's time for the young master to come back and blame me for not cooking for you."

"Ha ha, don’t worry! It will be fine."

Alisa smiles and comforts Ann.

"However, you will have a good meal later, and strive to be white and fat."

At noon, Alisa arrives at her old house alone.

It's only ten days since she left the house, and it seems to be getting darker here.

More than a month ago, at her sister's engagement party, there was still a lot of laughter. And now, it's so solemn and pale.

Alisa's heart is heavy and full of depression.

She moves with difficulty, step by step to the door, takes out the key and opens it. A bloody smell mingles with the rotten smell comes to her face.

The light came in from the outside, dispelled the darkness, illuminated everything in the living room, and left traces of blood on the floor.

However, eroded by time, it has already become a dark color, which is stained on the floor.

Her heart drama shrinks. What's going on here?

On the table top of the living room, there are still traces of being cut by knives. These deep cracks remind her that fierce fighting happened here.

Alisa's heart beats faster. She ignores it. She doesn't come here. She thinks it happens nothing.

She reaches out and pushes the master bedroom downstairs, which used to be the uncle's and aunt's room.

It is a mess, the wardrobe turns upside down, the bed board is lifted up, and all the documents are lost, as if they have been searched.

She takes one at random. It seems to be a receipt. One after another, it floats all over the room.

The names of lenders are different, but there is only one borrower below. That's Mark.

Uncle Mark, why do you borrow so much money? What happened?

Why hasn't Davis ever talked to her about this?

Alisa goes through it again and finds no clue. She backs out and closes the door.

Follow the stairs to the second floor. She pushes the first bedroom on the second floor.

In the eye, it's the big black leather sofa.

The ugly past like a nightmare into her mind, that day, Davis strengthened her at the sofa.

Her heart aches a little. That day, her sister is also standing at the door. Seeing their horrible scene, she must be very sad.

No one can stand the pain!

Alisa closes the door and cuts off her sight. She really doesn't have the courage to look any more.

"Bitch, you bitch, you still have the face to come back..."

A sharp curse comes from behind, and Alisa looks back in amazement.

She doesn't know when aunt's figure appears at the end of the stairs looking at her with vicious eyes.

"Auntie..." Alisa is a little weak. She shouts.

"You bitch. I'm not your aunt. You dare come back. Get out here now..."