Thirty
From inside the house, Dorian had tried his best to focus on the game he was playing with Mary instead of eavesdropping between Chiara and Clarissa outside. He had done it so well that he didn’t even notice the sound of rushed footsteps hurrying to the side of the house. It was only when Chiara let out a scream of horror that he was finally alerted. Without wasting a second, he flew out of his chair and run outside. Mary, who had also overheard the cry, was immediately behind him. “Clarissa!” the two yelled in unison as they found the woman lying on the ground where she was left. “There’s a lot of blood,” Mary muttered, immediately checking the source and her grandmother’s breathing while Dorian ran to the street and around the house. “s**t. Clarissa, wake up!” she pleaded, ripping off h
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