The moment they saw the scene inside the room, both men at the door froze. Their faces showed not only tension but also raw fear.
On the bedroom floor sat a woman with disheveled hair, dressed in a long crimson gown. In her arms lay a little girl—Emma Collins. The child’s eyes had rolled back white, foam spilling from her lips as her body shook uncontrollably.
The woman in red sobbed, her voice breaking as she kept calling out the same name:
“Emma… Emma…”
If this had happened at night, it would have been straight out of a horror movie—enough to scare anyone to death.
Marcus Collins rushed forward in a panic. “Chloe, what’s wrong?!”
“Mr. Collins, don’t touch her!” Ethan Blake shouted.
Marcus froze, his hand suspended in the air. Ethan quickly pulled him back. “For the safety of your
