The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board with its sharp edge came rushing to Timothy's hearing. It was heavy like something was being chopped with force. The sound echoed on the walls inside the house, fading as every second would pass. And it wasn't the only sound Timothy was hearing. As he stood, still meters away from Jade's figure, facing her back, Timothy heard her talk to herself. Jade's voice was not that loud just like the sound of chopping. It was just her normal voice but she was talking like someone is having a conversation with her.
Timothy furrowed his eyebrows. He was confused about what Jade was saying. He knew she was talking yet it wasn't loud enough for him to hear the exact words and get the context.
"Ahhh," Jade hissed in pain which made Timothy to walk closer
