Since Stewart Pace was from out of town, it would take some time for his family to arrive, which was why the hospital had called her again. After she completed the admission paperwork for him and paid the hospital fees, his parents finally arrived that evening.

Yvonne Sutton offered them a few words of comfort, then went to the police station.

They had found the surveillance footage from the scene of Stewart Pace’s accident and had Yvonne Sutton watch it. Just as she had suspected, it was a motorcycle.

"I know who this is."

It was the man who lived across from her.

The police went to arrest the man based on the lead she provided, but he had already fled. He had left behind only a young boy with a high fever, so the police had no choice but to take the child to the hospital.

Yvonne Sutton returned to the hospital to check on the boy.

The boy was delirious with fever and on an IV drip. When he saw her, he said urgently, "Run, run, run..."

Yvonne Sutton stared at the child in shock. "Is—is he the one who hit and killed my mother all those years ago?"

The boy hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"Why does he hate me so much?"

’She should be the one who hated him, yet this man kept retaliating against her.’

"My mom... my mom once begged you to sign a forgiveness letter..."

"How could I possibly forgive the man who murdered my mother!"

"You didn’t sign... he was sentenced... My mom got really sick while he was serving his time... died because we had no money for treatment... He was a model prisoner... got his sentence reduced... When he got out, he found out my mom was dead... He said... he said he was going to kill you..."

Yvonne Sutton was speechless for a moment. ’So he’s going to kill me for such a ridiculous reason?’

The boy grew anxious. "Don’t... don’t provoke him anymore... Just run..."

Yvonne Sutton left the boy’s hospital room feeling like she was in a daze.

The man who killed her mother was out of prison, had moved in across from her, had repeatedly tried to get revenge, and wouldn’t rest until she was dead.

’There’s no reasoning with him. He’s just a cruel madman.’

Leaving the hospital, Yvonne Sutton kept feeling like someone was following her. She’d look back, but there was never anyone there. Luckily, a taxi came by just then, and she quickly got in.

The taxi dropped her off outside the villa. She had just gotten out and was standing by the roadside when she suddenly heard the RUMBLE of a revving engine behind her, and a blinding light shone on her.

She didn’t look back. Her first instinct was to run for her life toward the villa’s main gate.

The sound of the motorcycle grew closer and closer, as if it were right behind her, just a few feet away.

Yvonne Sutton didn’t dare stop, didn’t dare look back. She dashed through the main gate just as the motorcycle sped past her and drove off into the distance.

"What’s with that motorcycle? There’s a whole wide road, and he has to fly past our gate like that!" the security guard yelled as he ran out.

Seeing the panicked look on Yvonne Sutton’s face, he hurriedly asked her what was wrong.

Yvonne Sutton shook her head, leaning against the gatepost to catch her breath.

"Hey, why’d he stop over there across the street?" the guard added.

Yvonne Sutton’s heart tightened. She looked up and across the street. The man was wearing a worn-out denim outfit. He got off his motorcycle, and seeing her look at him, he took off his helmet and grinned, baring his teeth.

Yvonne Sutton had never gotten a good look at the man’s face before, and she couldn’t see it clearly now either. But with his prominent cheekbones, sharp chin, and that eerie smile, he looked like a demon in the night.

She couldn’t help but tremble all over as she backed away, step by step.

Seeing her fear, the man’s smile widened. He then made a throat-slitting gesture at her.

Yvonne Sutton’s heart sank. She turned and ran inside. She didn’t dare stop or look back. She ran all the way home, locked the courtyard gate and the front door, then ran upstairs into the master bedroom, locked that door too, and finally curled up in a corner of the bed.

Her mind was flooded with images: her mother getting hit all those years ago, the man driving off without a care; his reappearance these past few days, hitting her on that rainy night, trashing her home, and what just happened...

’It was as if she were being haunted by a demon she could never escape.’

Just then, she heard footsteps right behind her.

Her breathing hitched. She slowly, stiffly turned her head. Seeing the person standing behind her, she was stunned for a moment, then scrambled up and threw herself into his arms.

Wyatt Shaw could feel her trembling in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight.

"Don’t be afraid. I’m here."

After a long moment, Yvonne Sutton calmed down and gave him a slight push.

Wyatt Shaw released her and took a step back.

"What happened?" he asked, frowning.

Yvonne Sutton was still flustered. "N-nothing."

Then, she remembered something.

"You... what are you doing here?"

Wyatt Shaw cleared his throat. "I came to get something."

’That was obviously a lie. She had already cleared out all of his things. But then she thought about the toothbrush cup in the cabinet and the frozen dumplings in the fridge. He probably came back to stay every now and then.’

"Oh." Yvonne Sutton didn’t call him out on it. "So, you...?"

"Can I sleep in the guest room tonight?" he asked.

’She was terrified. She didn’t dare be alone. Anyone would have been fine, but Wyatt Shaw was even better.’

"If it’s not convenient..."

"You can," she said quickly.

The word sounded a bit desperate, and Yvonne Sutton felt a little awkward after saying it.

"This is your house, after all."

But as soon as the words left her mouth, her stomach rumbled loudly, making things even more awkward.

"I remember there’s a bag of dumplings in the fridge. I’ll go make them for you."

"Uh... I already cooked them this morning."

After she said that, she let out a small sigh and lowered her head.

Wyatt Shaw chuckled softly. "Looks like there’s nothing to eat in the house. Why don’t you take a shower? I’ll go to the supermarket outside the complex and buy some things."

"You don’t have to go to all that trouble. I’m... I’m not hungry anymore."

"But I am. You can keep me company later."

With that, Wyatt Shaw turned and left.

Yvonne Sutton sat on the bed for a while longer, waiting for her emotions to settle before she went into the bathroom to shower.

After leaving the villa, Wyatt Shaw lit a cigarette and walked toward the main gate. When he reached it, he knocked on the glass window of the guardhouse. Seeing it was him, the security guard came out with a cheerful smile.

"Mr. Shaw, heading out this late?"

Wyatt Shaw offered the guard a cigarette. "My wife’s hungry. Going out to get her something to eat."

"Oh, right, I saw Miss Sutton come back. Man, she got quite a scare just now."

Wyatt Shaw raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

"Some guy on a motorcycle... I don’t know what was going on, but it was like he was targeting Miss Sutton. Drove right at her. Luckily, she’s a fast runner and managed to get away. The worst part is, he stopped across the street and smiled at her. It was a really creepy smile."

Wyatt Shaw took a deep drag from his cigarette. "A guy on a motorcycle."

"Yeah, a man in his forties, maybe."

"The camera at our gate can see across the street, right?"

"It can. I’ll have them pull the footage. I’ll send it to your phone tomorrow."

Wyatt Shaw tucked a pack of cigarettes into the guard’s hand. "My wife sometimes comes home alone at night. Please help keep an eye out for her."

"Will do, will do."

Wyatt Shaw went to the supermarket across the street and bought flour and vegetables. When he got back, he first went upstairs. Hearing Yvonne Sutton showering in the bathroom, he felt reassured and went back downstairs to cook.

Halfway through cooking, he suddenly heard Yvonne Sutton’s panicked shouts from upstairs: "Wyatt Shaw! Wyatt Shaw! Someone’s here!"